|Lazaro Eon|
"Cassandra... c-can we talk?"
I purposely let go of the utensils I was holding then lifted my gaze to the man who now, standing beside our table.
This bastard fvcking irritates the hell out of me. Did not he know the meaning of defeat and surrender?
And I don't know the fvcking reason why, it's just that...my hand is itching to give his face a punch. Should I let him taste my rage so he could stop pestering this woman?
Yet, even though my blood boils and wanted to ruin that face of his, I surely know that Cassandra won't like my sudden violence.
Who would want violence anyway?
Ah. It was just me who was being entertained to see blood splattered on the ground, a reminder of my rush and excitement.
"What is it Javier?" Cassandra acknowledged with her sweet soft vo
