Chapter 88 Interested In Fucking You

• Nessa sat at the edge of the bed, still wearing her wedding gown. She stared blankly out the window, hoping for a miracle to appear. But all she received was silence.
• The bedroom door opened. Dawson walked in, glanced at Nessa briefly. Without saying a word, he opened the wardrobe, grabbed his jacket, and walked out of the room.
• "Where are you going?" Nessa asked softly, then bit her lip, regretting her question.