Chapter 50 - Worried For Her.

Emotional Stress? Trauma?

Weight loss?

The words rang in Red’s head, each one tightening his jaw.

Hell! There was nothing wrong with her size.

Absolutely nothing. So why would she…?

Red’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles ached. He wanted to punch something, very hard. If someone had made his Dove feel that way, they would definitely regret it.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, he took it out and glanced at the screen, he huffed seeing who was video calling him.

**Incoming Video Call — Devil**

Red swiped to answer, holding the phone up. “Finished man? To what do I owe this call?” he teased.

On the screen, Romero’s face filled the frame. With the way the background was dimly lit, Red knew that his best friend was still in the office.

Romero leaned back in his chair with a faint smirk. “Shut up,” he hissed, but the upward twitch of his lips told Red he was smiling. “How are you?” He asked.

Red rolled his eyes. “Of course I’m fine.”

Romero’s smirk faded slightly. “Red?” He called, th