047. F*cking Addicting!

Donald's POV

Meanwhile, I pretend like those dreadful auras did not affect me. I haven't met a lady who was this ferocious even in a simple conversation.

She handed me her iPhone and point to the screen. "My hotel room was messed up! I was being threatened, Don! When I couldn't reach you I thought something had happened to you."

Looking at those pictures, I closed my eyes briefly to suppress the fast shooting of anger that shot through my veins. However, once I commented, I was shocked by my response. "Still the same, Melissa... you call for him? Why Ezio?"

"Oh! This was about Ezio? You think I called for him... huh?" Her brows raised at me disbelievingly after asking.

Silence braced us as she grumpy her face at me. My chest rippled up and down as those intriguing eyes that inturned harbor disappointment soaked me to the brim. It was as though I wouldn't last a minute if she raised that angry voice again.

Fortunately, when she spoke this time, her response was very low and soft. "No!