Abigail’s eyesight was blurry, but she still could see the concern in his eyes. Her heart was pounding, and she kept looking at him with confusion. Her hand was itching to touch his face.
“Are you alright? How did you end up like this? Why are you alone?”
Those words sounded cold and indifferent, but the worry in his tone didn’t go unheard by her.
‘Is he worried about me? But why?’ She asked herself, utterly bewildered.
“Master, it’s raining heavily. You should get into the car.”
Abigail’s eyes moved to the source of the deep male voice. Only then did she see a tall handsome man standing next to Xander Reid holding an umbrella. So far, she didn’t realize that the raindrops were not falling on her face.