Muntaha watched the two figures lying on the silk-covered bed. Everything in the room was red except for the lighting.
This was the room Lily prepared before she carried out her plan. His feet tapped on the floor as he waited impatiently for her to open her eyes.
For the first time, he didn't feel hurt watching the lovers together. They were still in the same position they had been in.
The grip Arif had on his beloved was gentle yet the aura surrounding them couldn't be undone by another except for Lily and Arif himself.
Arif was hardly breathing at this moment. He was on the verge of death yet even unconscious, he held on protectively.
Muntaha was given something to think about. If he had been in Arif's shows, he wouldn't hesitate to kill Lily after discovering what she was doing.
