Chapter 51: Can I At least Know Your Name?
Edward took a step closer to her, his intent gaze fixed on her.
"Come with me, beautiful. I will take care of you and also give you the freedom that was taken from you," he proposed.
Avelina was baffled. She couldn’t comprehend why he had suddenly made such a proposal or what was going on in his mind. First was the ceremony, and now this. What exactly does he want from her?
Avelina frowned.
"May I ask why you..." Her words faded into thin air the moment she felt a strong, familiar presence behind her.
"Draven," she whispered, able to feel his deadly stare weighing down on her. Her heart was skipping a beat and drumming in her ears.
Shit! Shit! He’s going to kill me! Avelina shut her eyes, very much aware that she had messed up. She gulped as she reached to touch her throat.
Slowly but steadily, she turned around. At the sight of Draven, who stood with his hands shoved into the pocket of his white coat, her soul nearly evaporated from her body.
His expression did not look nice at all, and the scariest part was that this man looked mad, disappointed, and calm at the same time. She couldn’t really tell what was going on in his mind. Could he be freshening up his plot on how to kill her as punishment?
"D-Draven, I can explain..." she stuttered, gravely afraid.
Draven advanced towards her. He stood beside her and shot a glance at Edward, who stood four feet away from them.