I'll kill you

Gerard walked down the halls with his usual cold gaze. No one dared speak a word as they walked. Soon, they got to a door and the escort opened the lock.

Gerard walked in, still with a straight face. He surveyed the room but didn't find Ayla. His brow furrowed slightly. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the bump on the bed but he didn't make any facial expression and just walked over.

Ayla was taking a nap under the blanket. She covered her entire body, not even letting her face out. Gerard clenched his fist thinking about how much she was torturing herself.

He was about to remove the blanket from her head but the stopped halfway. "You shouldn't sleep in times like these."

Ayla heard the voice and jerked up. She wasn't expecting that to hear that voice since it had been like ages since they last spoke.

She saw Gerard standing there with an expression face but she couldn't care less. Immediately, she flew into his embrace, hugging him tightly.