Chapter 103

and brought his daughter's photograph, he stared at his phone screen's briefly and smashed it at the wall.

Bang!

The screen broke.

"Aaah!" he screamed, feeling helpless, he sat on his bed and held the photograph tightly in between his fingers, and gnashed his teeth, tears streaming down from his eyes.

Jeane, Jeame, Lucy, Jack, gathered in their tent around an electric lamp, the noise of crickets was heard from a distance, the sun have departed from the sky.

A shadow cast itself on the tent, Jeane jerked towards the direction, she became apprehensive.

"who is there?" she asked, cringing inwardly, the shadow cast on the tent moved quickly, and heavy footfalls were heard by the four of them.

"He must be a thief" Lucy commented, feeling annoyed, Jack eyed her.

"How do you know is he, don't women also steal?" he asked, feeling offended, Lucy pouted her lips "men have higher tendencies of stealing" she insisted nonchalantly, Jack's face darkened.

"where the fuck did you pull that stats from?" he snorted, annoyed by her fixation on the idea, Lucy shrugged.

"Guys, can you stop fighting" Jeane pleaded, Lucy rolled her eyes at Jack, Jack glared at her.

Jeame abandoned the package meal and stepped out of the tent, he stood and looked around, their tent was closer to the wood, there was a huge light bulb hung in the middle of the camping ground.

Many were gathered around a made fire stake, discussing and laughing, Jeane joined him.

"where do you want to go?" she asked, Jeame turned to her.

"I will be back" he assured her, she nodded and watched him walk into the woods.

Before Joseph could bring Arial to his home, it was night due to traffic, she sat on a sofa, while Jo made her a cup of coffee.

He gave her, while sat by her side, Arial held it and rested her head on his chest, holding on to the cup of coffee with her both hands.

He kissed her hair, Arial sighed heavily and held him tightly, inhaling his cologne.

"are you alright?" he asked, Arial lifted her face and smiled sorely "I was very scared, I was thinking I won't see you again.." her voice was hoarse, Jo tightened his arm around her waist in assurance, his face darkened.

In a little while, he felt her heavy breath on his chest and heard her light snoring, he carried her bridal style to his room and placed her on his bed carefully.

He stood and looked at her face, there were obvious lines that showed distress on her forehead and she pouted her lips.

He kissed her forehead, and her face relaxed, she tugged the duvet properly before exiting the room.

"Have you started the investigation?" he asked, the man standing at the doorway.

"Yes, Sir," he said.

Jo clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, his heart ached to see Arial in such a pitiful state.

The door room creaked and Sylvester