CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR:My Good Girl.

Her sniffing was what woked Nathan up,groaning annoyingly at the female who was seated at the very end of the room on the floor,with tears flowing down her face.

He didn't know what the hell was stopping him from banging her head, hard against the wall for disturbing his peaceful sleep.

Hazel,she's Hazel's replica,he remembered and that seems to calm him down.

He sat up on the bed and saw her covered with the bedsheets,her bleeding lips,mascara stained face and a red mark on her cheeks reminded him of the awful night yesterday.

Sighing while touching his temple,the bitch had made him furious when she slapped him. She didn't know she had originally dug her own grave when she walked up to him in the club.

What annoyed him mostly, was the fact that she didn't show any sign of running away,and yet when she got what she wanted, she's now running as if she met a monster.

Well, she did.