Chapter 148 - His only destination, his only fate. (1/2)

Lifen sped all the from her studio back to Sky Arcs Apartments, only to find Deming still standing there. No, he has moved to a place where the rain can get more access on his body.

What's going in his evil brain? Or had he gone all insane?

Seeing her car arrive, Deming gave a known smile to her. To which Lifen's only reaction was a soft lip mumble saying, 'YOU ARE INSANE'.

She went to park her car at her designated place and then stepped out with her clear umbrella.

She came to him and then hoisted the umbrella a little higher to match up with his height but he was too tall.

Deming was all time only staring her pretty beautiful calm face, which has came to his dream every night. His only destination, his only fate.

Seeing her strong efforts to shelter him under the umbrella, he gave out a small chuckle and reached her hand to help her with it.

Feeling his touch on her hands, Lifen instantly flinched away. ”What are you...”, she was about to ask him but before she could complete her sentence, he answered.

”Was trying to help you”, his voice was shivering.

Only then, Lifen noticed that he was shivering from cold and his face was too getting pale. ”Are you crazy? It's raining so hard and still you are standing here. What are you trying to do now?”, she said while looking at him.

”I said before, I will be waiting for your return”, he said softly. His voice was hardly audible but still held his strong sense.

”And I said that weather will be changing in the afternoon. And whatever reason, don't you have a car to take shelter? Have you run out of all your money?”, she rebuked him but her tone was slightly sarcastic.

”I had the car but my mind ran out the ways to show you my sinceri....”, and then his eyes suddenly became unfocused, his tall muscular build leaned on her frail body making her trip slightly backwards.

The umbrella was too long blown away, now draining both of them equally.

”Hey?? Are you fine?? Deming???” she asked nervously supporting his muscular build.

But Deming didn't responded. Instead his head got buried in the crook of her neck, and his hand loosely folded around her waist as if to grab some dependable support.

She could feel his shivering bidy against her. She tilted her head to look at his face only to find that his lips slightly opened to breathe heavily and his eyes lightly closed as if losing consciousness.