His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 87

Completely out of breath, Annika finally stopped, panting heavily as her legs trembled from the exertion. Realizing she couldn’t keep wasting her energy, she ducked into a nearby coffee shop.

“What can I get for you, miss?” the blue-eyed, bearded barista asked.

“One mocha, please,” Annika replied, her eyes darting toward the street. About thirty seconds later, she saw the thugs run past the shop window.

But there was still no sign of Conrad.

She placed the money on the counter and took the mocha from the barista. As she stepped outside, sipping from the straw, she looked up and froze. Her body went rigid, and the mocha nearly slipped from her hand. It was Conrad.

It felt as if all the air had been sucked from her lungs. She was completely petrified.

He stood there, hands stuffed in his pockets, his gaze sweeping over her like a predator stalking its prey. He looked as though he wanted to tear her apart, to devour her until not even bones remained.

Annika forced a stiff, unnatural smile. Her eyelids twitched uncontrollably. “Hey there,” she managed to say.

Conrad’s lips were pressed into a thin, cold line. He didn’t speak, but his aura was so glacial it could freeze a person solid.

Regaining her senses, Annika took a sip from her straw and tried to walk past him. But as she drew level, he pulled a hand from his pocket, grabbed her, and slammed her back against the wall.

“Let go of me, Conrad!” she yelled.

His eyes burned with a feverish intensity. “Tell me,” he rasped, “why are you here?”

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