Chapter 21

"Careful, sweetheart." A familiar and soothing voice of her best friend. Hank was still holding her waist, he was intently looking at her eyes. She saw gladness and sadness at the same time.

"Take off your hands, young man before I could break your pretty neck!" It was just a whisper coming from Nathan, but it sounds like thunder in her ear.

Nathan was just standing near their car, his eyebrows were in one line and his jaw was moving. She even saw that his face was so red, it only means that he did not like what he saw. Hank still for a while, but released her afterwards.

"I was calling you, sweetheart, but your phone was always out of reach. Where have you been these past weeks?" Hank was asking him, his voice was full of concern. She even noticed that Hank was somewhat bothered. She wasn't sure, but he seemed distant. Maybe Hank was avoiding Nathan's anger. But she knew her best friend, he wasn't afraid of anyone.

Before she could answer, Nathan was standing beside, he snaked his