Chapter - 38

Yohan Dixon glared at the pink bloody scarf in front of him. He held it in a daze with complicated feelings.

While tying it on his palm, he saw truth and innocence in Sara Owen's eyes. Till today, it did not take him so long to conclude anything as long as it took him to determine whether she wanted to be with him or wanted to return to her past. He clenched the bloody scarf in his fist tighter, wiped his body and threw the towel in the laundry carriage.

He frowned and grabbed the black bathrobe and got out of the bathroom. The woman had been standing in front of him with the empty jar of ice cream. His eyes darkened and he glared at her. Even if he denied to eat, shouldn't she leave some for him?

“I have eaten ice cream. Should I leave?" Her mouth was cold and her lips were trembling. Seeing her pale face, he predicted the reason that she had eaten cold. He expected her to say something more about the ice cream but it seemed that she was in a hurry to go. Shouldn't she be thankful