Arthur’s P.O.V.
“You should take rest for a while, Arthur. You are looking like a s**t”, I glared at Ryder and he gave me a careless look. “I am fine”, I tried to shrug off him but he instantly jumped over his feet. “No… you are not… what do you think what good torturing yourself will bring for you, huh? You haven’t had a full night sleep in the last 3 months. You roam all around like a zombie. You haven’t had a full tummy meal in I don’t know how many days and you are fine, huh?” he yelled and I lowered my head. We were in the living room of our facility near the coffee machine. It was my 7th cup of coffee till now and Ryder was hell annoyed and angry with me.
“I almost lost her”, I whispered and he sighed aloud while shifting his weight from one leg to ano
