Chapter Twenty Three

Fucking Daniel Debock casually walked in with nothing but briefs on, holding two mugs of coffee.

At that point, Beatrice was confused as to what to do. Because she had no idea what she was even doing here or how she got here but thinking of her present situation and the fact that she was really sore in her lower area, Bea felt heavy tears build up in her eyes.

“What did you do to me? How did I get here?” She voiced out, tears rolling down from her cheeks, still clutching the duvet against her chest since she knew she was wearing nothing underneath.

Daniel frowned as he made his way over to the nightstand where he placed the mugs, the exact side he occupied for the night, then turned his attention to Beatrice who was staring at him with nothing but fear and disgust!

“Are you fine?” He was forced to ask because of the way tears were rolling down her cheeks.

She picked up the pillow beside her and threw it at Daniel with all her might. He saw that coming but he didn’t avoid it. He w