Chapter 62

His countenance was as frightening as that of a lion. His teeth gnashing like he was ready to chop Pandora's head off. She could sense his blood thirsting for revenge. His eyes were as dark as a murderer. 

"What's wrong?" Max's voice snapped at her, making her veer her head to him.

"It's Manuel..." She kept mumbling, beads of sweats instantly formed all over her forehead. 

"There is no one there Drizella." 

Her brows raised in amusement. "But there was someone there just a minute ago. I swear there was someone there." She kept stuttering.

"Who was that?" Max asked.

"It was Manuel." Pandora's lips were trembling in fear.

"How did he know you are here?" Max looked out through the window but he couldn't see anything. 

"Shut it. Shut the window." Pandora yelled.

"Why are you yelling?" 

"Shut the window!" She yelled again.

"Okay fine." 

...

At the living room, she held a cup of ice