Chapitre 137: Attack of 100 People

[Margaret's Perspective]

I took two steps in his direction to find out more, but Donald had already left in a hurry.

Something serious must have happened to make Donald leave in such a hurry.

With a heavy heart, I went to the room Donald had booked upstairs. There were roses arranged by Donald in the room. I took one and placed it on the tip of my nose to smell its fragrance. I felt a little lonely. This was supposed to be a perfect 100-point night, but unfortunately, there were only 80 points left.

I stood by the window and stared blankly in the direction Donald had gone.

It was the forest again. When would such attacks end? When would we be able to resume our peaceful lives? When would Donald and I be able to be together without any apprehension?