103. Murderer

Damon

I felt nothing change my expression when I went back into the room after the call. I had so many theories right in my head but none of them felt right, It's not possible that Elysia had something to do with Micheal's death.

It might be the person she was waiting for but the question was who?

I racked my brain several times to check who it could be, but nothing came back up.

She isn't having another affair, is she?

I shook my head, no, it's not possible right now. She is not that dumb.

"Is everything okay?" She asked as soon as I came in sight.

I plastered a smile on my face, "yes, everything is fine. That was Warren." I lifted my phone.

She yawned but didn't say anything, there was nothing to say.

"My head feels woozy," she said as she massaged her scalp. I took her fingers off and replaced them with his.

She groaned as my fingers dug into her scalp and I kneaded the soft flesh there.

"Elysia?" I called out.

"Hmm," she said.

"We are going to have to talk about it, y