|Aila|
“S-Sandro?” I almost drop the glass I am holding. He came in so fast that I wasn’t able to think straight.
His face has a bruise and his arm has a bandage. Did he get himself shot?
I walked closer to him and gently touched his wounded arm.
“Does this hurt?” I asked him. I am so worried right now.
“This is nothing. How about you? Do you have a wound? I ordered my men to make sure that you should arrive here safely.. I’ll fire them if I see that your body has a scratch.” he said in an exaggerated tone.
I thought that if Sandro appears inside this room, the first thing that I will do is to slap him.. but why am I acting like a sad dog right now? I am even the first one to approach him when I saw that he’s wounded. f**k, I am so doomed!
I made a face and sudd
