It’s been four days since Roy walked out of the house. Kimberly couldn’t help but feel like he had walked out of her life, leaving her empty. She had no idea where that thought came from since all he did was offer to get her out of this place. Besides, she barely knew anything about him, but the heartache she has been feeling for the past days was proving otherwise. His absence was slowly driving her crazy, making her feel like she has known him all her life when in reality, he was a stranger who only offered to help.

They barely spoke to each other when he was home but his presence made her feel safe in a way. Now, he’s rarely home, he leaves the house very early in the morning and returns very late at night.

Kimberly had to cry herself to sleep each night, not only because of her fiancé and friends that were murdered but also because of Roy’s absence, which was already taking its toll on her as she looked paler than she used to and has also lost weight. The only consolation she had at the moment was Christine, who came everyday to be with her. She often tries to strike up a conversation with Kimberly to make her feel at home, in the end, she only earns nods and short replies from the latter who was always lost in her thoughts.

Kimberly was having coffee in the living room with Christine, as that was the only thing she accepted from the older woman without any complaint. Her thoughts were still about Roy, no matter how hard she tried to fight it, it always wandered back to him.

Why was she growing a sudden interest for this stranger?

“Christine?... Why does he live alone?” Kimberly suddenly blurted out.

“Who? Roy?” Christine asked with furrowed eyebrows, trying to understand Kimberly’s sudden question.

“Um, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that, it just came out.” She nervously tried to explain after realizing what she had asked.

Christine gave her her warm signature smile before replying.

“It’s okay to ask, Kim. What would you like to know about Roy?”

“I don’t know, anything you tell me would be fine” Kimberly timidly said, feeling quite embarrassed for sounding like someone who was obsessed with Christine’s husband’s nephew.

“Roy is… how do I put it?... Roy is the ruler of our clan” Christine began

Kimberly could now why he radiated much authority from the moment she had set her eyes on him.

“But how come? He is quite young” she quietly asked, quickly picking interest in this subject of discussion.copy right hot novel pub