บท 55: The Next God Father

The breeze caressed Delilah's blonde hair, which she tied in a plain black headband that matched the color of her dress. The same wind was also gently caressing James' brown hair, asserting him in front of Delilah.

"Why are you telling me all this?" Delilah asked in her soft, gentle voice.

"Because you don't know me. And associate many bad things to me," James replied, still unable to take his eyes off her. Delilah took a deep sigh and let it out slowly. Her eyes began to dart down as there was a hint of guilt because of her attitude towards James recently.