"Danish…" Luna's eyes widened in fright with the red liquid that permeated out through Danish's white shirt while Danish, whose focus was only on the man before him, didn't bother with it.
"Where are you going?" Danish yelled at the man who had quickly sprinted out of the restroom. His effort to hunt him broke off due to Luna's hold on his arm; she was worried that his condition might deteriorate if the blood kept oozing out of his wounded arm.
"Danish…just let him go. You should treat and mend your wound as that's your main priority now. The hotel staff will handle this case." Being cognizant that his hand was still in Luna's clutch, Danish tugged it off in a brisk.
"I will take care of it." His tone didn't change, still as freezing as snow. "You go first, I will ask the driver to drive you home."
"And you, what are you going to do?"
