Bab 117: Like a wilted flower

Not into this?

Archer frowned as he looked at the woman. He wanted her as he had never wanted anyone. He wanted to pin her to the wall and kiss the hell out of her till her pretty little head got rid of all such nonsensical thoughts. 

But... just at the reminder of how he was about to wipe his PR Head's tears and how he ran after the source of the female voice, he felt guilty. It was as if something enormous was crushing his heart. 

He could not face Elvina and so he did what he found right at the moment.

Without giving her a decent answer, he turned around and walked upstairs. 

A jerk move! The realization dawned on him the second he slammed the door shut.

''So unpredictable,'' Elvina pouted and picked up Gold from the floor, and walked upstairs.