Chapter 29: Could be sometimes

“Why? You want me to tell them who am I and then your enemy will pick me to be their hostage?” I uttered, raising my brow.

          But again, he chuckled. “You? A hostage?”

          I don’t want to admit but why does he look hotter than earlier? ‘Gosh, Denise! He’s just soaked in water, what’s the difference?’ I shook my head to that thought..

“Stop staring at me.”

          But those abs, it’s perfectly packed. And the string of waters dripping on his broad shoulders, his messy drenched hair that now looks more of a black shade than red, that chiseled jaw he has, those sharp eyebrows that match his