CHAPTER CLXXXVI “ I’M NOT HER, HE CAN’T DIE “

Hendrix’s P.O.V.

I frown as I stare at her, trying to understand what she meant but I still couldn’t understand what she meant so I asked her.

“What do you mean by that Natalya?” I asked and she frowned before answering me.

“I couldn’t remember her face, her face, I saw her yet I still couldn’t remember her face” She said and it clicked to me on who she was referring to.

"That woman?" I asked and she nodded.

"I know I saw her face, I'm sure of it" She said as she sat up straight "It's engraved in my mind that I saw her, that I manage to remove the hood of her head yet her face is blurred inside my mind”

I saw how she got more frustrated as she explained what she wanted to say to me, her brows frowning, her eyes looking at her hands, playing with her fingers.

“Maybe that person didn’t want you to remember her face” We both heard someone talking and we both turned around to look at who spoke, Jeremy’s Father.

“How?” I asked and he hums before walking closer to us.