He had to see her, no one could stop him, he must go see her.
When Atlas Hallow stood up, he was in such pain he couldn't straighten his back. His large hand gently covered his abdomen as he slowly adjusted his breathing, but the moment he took the first step, his sharp, sexy thin lips lost all color. He could only close his eyes, using his thick lashes to hide the pain in his eyes.
"Are you trying to act tough? The moment your wound splits open after a few steps, I'll just send you a wreath." Daniel Parker was already fed up with his boss's reckless ways lately, and seeing Atlas acting like this only made him more fed up.
"I need to see her." She should be hurting more than him, right? The physical pain was nothing compared to the gaping wound in his heart.
Just thinking about the beastly acts he committed in the warehouse that day made him wish he could kill himself.
