37. Rosario Ferrari... A friend or someone else?
Aurora's Pov
I wish I didn't come here. I wish I never entered the office building and lost myself into various thoughts.
I wish I had not met that bastard Peter, and definitely, I wish I had not bumped into Rosario.
Damien's eyes were looking at me. Only me. His posture was stiff. His hands balled up at his sides as he quietly observed me with an accusing gaze. It was a gaze darker than frozen sea, colder than winter precipitation and sterner than an eerie music.
I immediately separated myself from Rosario, stepping away from him. Rosario's back was facing Damien so he could not see the dance of exasperation in his blue eyes. But I did. And what I can see was a sour wolf glowering at his prey with hungry, angry and upset glare.
As if
