PART SIX

Peering into the blue—green changeable eyes of Jeremy with veiled grief, Roy forced a gulp down his clogged up throat.

No matter how hard Roy beckoned his inner self to speak, a storm of misery twisted his stomach.

Jeremy on the contrary refused to change his happy expression and firmly waited for Roy to speak.

Unable to hold the silence, Sasha cut it off asking—rather enthusiastically "Do you know him Jerry?"

Roy's heart throbbed listening to the nickname and his brows creased. The intense emotions running through Roy was indecipherable to others present.

Jeremy glanced at his elder sister and replied "Yes. We met at the bus stop and Roy here was persistent to return back a handkerchief—I lend him."

"Handkerchief?" Sasha questioned-her ocean blue irises scanning this Roy guy in a strict manner.

Seeing, Sasha's penetrating gaze, Roy bit his lips, unable to comprehend a reaction. She stepped forward—with her slender hands on hips.

Roy's silence prevailed.

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