Chapitre 112: I don't want to

Being assured of her comfort and safety, he started the car engine to drive off.

However, the next second his hand on gear halted. He slowly turned from the gear view to her lap. His eyes turned into deathly glare as he stared at her wrist, where a clear visible finger mark was present. His breath quickened with anger and rage. 

And in a few seconds he was all bloodthirsty. 

He didn't know what had happened in the office, but he knew by shape and size of marks that they were forced and it wasn't by any girl but by some guy.

His glare turned worrisome. Taking her wrist in his hand, he checked hurriedly if she was hurt badly or what. Knowing that it wasn't bad, he checked her other wrist to see if she was hurt anywhere else or not. Seeing no other marks he sighed in relief. On her wrist it wasn't a bruise but a redness because of someone's tight hold on her.