"Then let me be like this, until the time I'm ready to forget you, slowly. Give me time to do it," Devan muttered continuously.
A tired sigh escaped from between his lips.
He had tried to stay away from and be indifferent to her, only for some reason he couldn't stand seeing her hurt. His heart moved, but his mind continued to resist.
He knew this was wrong. Loving and paying attention to a married woman is a big mistake. But how? What can he do? Devan tried his best.
And during the cooking earlier, he had made up his mind. Let time will erase the feelings he has. Slowly.
However, that does not mean he will snatch the woman from her husband, no.
Glancing at the watch on his wrist, Devan slowly lifted the woman's body. He picked her up bridal style, carried her to his room, and laid her back on his bed.
It's already five-thirty minutes past, soon it will be night.
