Who's At The Door?

Eyes widened as they clashed with the venomous glare directed at her.

Alyssa was first of all shocked. It was written on her face.

‘Does he know?’

‘How did he find out?’

‘When did he…?’

“It's you,” Her mind had already gone haywire before she heard him say.

Already shaken, a gulp passed through her throat before she nodded, “Yes, it's me,” her voice flowed in whispers.

“Sorry to scare you…” Nathan paused when he realized her wrist was still encased in his grip.

He instantly let it go without finishing his statement.

Just then, he flickered his gaze away almost immediately, looking flustered.

Alyssa blinked, noticing his weird behavior.

She speculated it might be he was suspecting.

However, in the next second, it was her turn to be more flustered and embarrassed when she realized that she had forgotten to properly fix the shirt she wore.

At this very moment, she felt like slapping herself on the face for her foolishness.

Her bare shoulder and chest were purely exposed.

Without waiting