"No."
I staggered backward as the whisper left my mouth.
The atmosphere in the lounge had shifted. Maybe it was just me, but it was suffocating.
A cold hard surface touched my back, and I quickly whipped around to find the bar counter. I was trapped.
This couldn't be happening.
Mr Shen's clear cut jawline reflected the low lights in the room.
He was dressed in a long black overcoat, his hair strewn across his forehead—different from his usual kempt look from the two times I'd met him.
His eyes were bloodshot and hollowed out making his alarmingly pale face appear ghostlike.
What got my toes curling into my heels was how composed he was.
He was calm. Too calm for his outward appearance, and that disjoint caused something to twist in my gut.
Something bad was coming.
I could feel strong hands squeezing my neck, nails digging into my flesh. Gradually, my hands began to shake. A quick tempo.
I folded my hands together, biting the insides of my cheek.
