Regret

“Where is she?”Rayane gritted out again, his expression getting more dangerous. However, Silas wasn't afraid of him. A sly grin appeared on his face as he looked at Rayan provocatively before answering his question.

“In my place,” he said with a devilish smirk playing on the corner of his lips. Rayan’s expression blackened with anger.

“Do you want me to kill you?”He gritted out in a low, dangerous voice while taking a threatening step towards Silas. If there was anyone else in his place, they would have been really scared, but not Silas.

“Calm down, Mr. Allen. Do you think Anthea will forgive you if you lay your hands on me again? ”Silas chuckled, his expression flashing with mockery as he looked at Rayan. Rayan’s expression turned blank as he remembered what happened in the afternoon. He still couldn't believe Anthea actually left him there and went with that bastard, as if defending him wasn't enough. He was her husband. She should have defended him. How the fuck she couldn't not