Jennie Wilson POV

Anguish and loneliness veiled his eyes, which fully revealed his inner agony to me.

One impression remained, he was suffering. There was something that troubled him so much, and it seemed like he couldn’t find a solution. It felt like he was held captive by his demons.

He looked away immediately looking utterly broken, more vulnerable than ever, his head hung low, not saying a single word.

He was actually looking like an abandoned puppy in a carton box, his hair messed up irregularly.

I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t say a word just staring ahead.

This motherf***er.....

I just stood cursing him...