I carried a bowl of warm water to my room, as my stranger mate laid on the bed. He kept moaning in his sleep as he didn't seem to have the means to form coherent speeches.
A look through the guy, one could guess that he had undergone so many things to be at the level at which he is right now.
His clothes were tattered, and a look at him brought tears to my eyes.
I used the back of my hands to clean my eyes which had once again been moist from just looking at my mate.
Although Suzy had said that this guy was my mate, I could barely believe my eyes, he looked so young about eighteen or nineteen years, and his eyes were closed firmly.
I held his already tattered shirt and tore it. Immediately, I screamed in shock but quickly held my mouth in fear that someone might notice that someone else was in this house with me.
What rested before my eyes were beyond incredible, I was shocked how the man before me even survived till now