011. Mole

Melissa's POV

My eyes rolled open. A bit comfortable from the softness I felt underneath where I lay. I rushed to sit upright but almost drooled at the beautiful room I was in this time.

"My goodness, I'm saved!" I screamed excitedly. However, my mind diverted to how I was saved.

"Who was that man really?—"

A slight cough interrupted me and I whipped my neck to the side astonishingly. Narrowing my eyes, I met with a book-back being held in the space by hands… well, a man was sitting on the couch, closer to me. He relaxed leisurely with a book held in his hands but covered up to his face.

I frowned, "Who are you?"

He was quiet. Unhurriedly, he started to reveal his face as he pull down the book. Once his face was revealed, he closed the book and threw it on his lap quickly. Meanwhile, my gaze has been following him despicably until it got replaced by shock.

"Mr. Donald?!"

He had an unsurprised mild face on while tapping the book with his fingers like playing piano.

I gasped out sti