"Damn it! Give her space and allow her to breath!", a man yelled. From the peripheral of her vision, Alice realized that the man who yelled was none other than her mate's father, Mr. Sylvester.

Immediately, the employees made way for him to get to Alice. Alice clutched her chest and squirmed on the floor, her breathing ragged and unstable. Tears streamed down her face and there was no use drying it because it was never ending.

Mr. Sylvester squatted by her side and gently held her hands so she could vent her irritations.

Alice didn't know when she got comfortable with him but she had no time to think...