“Excuse me. I’m going to take my wife home myself.” Desmond spoke in a dangerously low tone. “Thank you for your hospitality, Gorry,” he added and grabbed Dasha’s hand.
“Thank you, Gorry. I-I’ll visit you some other time,” Dasha promised as she hurriedly being led outside the store.
Desmond’s strides were long and fast that she had to keep up with her short ones, making her run in the process.
“Desmond, please take care of your wife,” Doona reminded him, following them, with concern plastered on her face.
Dasha was ushered and almost pushed into the passenger seat of the blue-green sports car he was driving. Meanwhile, Doona and the bodyguards were in the other car, trailing them, as they sped back to their home.
“H-how come you’re here?” Dasha asked him, looking at him nervously. She
