Another sound of vase scattering echoed through the room. Viona flinched at the noise and stepped on the other side to avoid any potential harm. Her brows furrowed and tightened in obvious tension.

Viona never saw such an enraged side of Damien who refused to talk after they came back from the old house. His muscles were pulling in anger and he kept throwing things to vent out his rage. No matter how many sweet words she cajoled, the man kept throwing things.

Viona jumped on the bedside when Damien threw kick on their newly bought drawer. A beastly growl came out from him throatily as she heard him muttering...