Chapter 27 Jimmy's Plea

• “Mr. … Mr. Blackwood?” I muttered in shock, trying to confirm if it was really him or my eyes were playing games with me.
• He stared at me with furrowed eyebrows, like he was also surprised to see me here and he needed to make sure that I was real. His eyes were dilated and a bit red, his hair was messed up and his black long sleeve shirt was half-unbuttoned, revealing his quite hairy chest.
• “Anna? Am I imagining this?” he said soberly, it was like he had just come off a hangover but his breath still smells like bourbon.