Chapter 39

Donald's pov

I didn't expect this when I pushed open the door

Trista was pinned down on the desk, unable to move. Her clothes were stripped to her waist, while Kirk took off only a pair of underpants, with two hands still pressing on Trista's hands

Kirk apparently had not expected someone to suddenly break-in. He was taken aback and asked, "Mr. Donald?"

I walked over and gave him a hard slap.

"Mr. Donald, Mr. Donald, listen to me. It's not what you think."

I kicked him in the stomach.

I kicked him a few times angrily, then picked him up and hit him hard a few times. I kept hitting him against the filing cabinet and knocking him over.

After beating Kirk with only one breath left, I put on clothes for Trista and took her in my arms.

She was obviously still in shock and her voice was a little hoarse. "You are here?"

"Sorry, I am late." I touched her hair and looked hatefully at the person on the floor.