CHAPTER 118

Damian stood in front of the door, his hand grabbing his waist as he sighed in frustration, his faded gaze staring at the door. He had been standing there for more than thirty minutes since he arrived. He knocked countless times but no reply came from within.

He sighed in frustration, cringing his head, ‘Could it be that she doesn't want to see me again?’ He mused.

He raised his head, “I know she is in there," he muttered, his finger pointing at the door then back grabbing his waist.

Authur, who stood beside him after listening to what he said after a while said, “I don't think so Boss," he uttered calmly with a lace of concern in his voice.

Damian turned to Authur hastily, his face turned red, “Then where is she?" He barked, "What did she want me to do before she can soften down a bit?”

Authur stood like a servant before the king as he listened to Damian’s outburst having no words to say. Indeed it was heart-wrenching when all Damian’s efforts yielded fruitless results. No matt