Chapter 44

Luckily, she wasn't heartless enough to just walk away. She fought back the urge to turn around, dropped her suitcase, and walked up, lightly kicking the man lying on the ground. Fraser didn't make a sound. Not even a twitch. His breathing was slow and steady, like nothing in the world could bother him. Seriously... unbelievable. Bellamy put her hands on her hips, silently fuming. A part of her really wanted to just kick him unconscious and be done with it. She hated seeing him like this-so defeated and pathetic. One standing, one sitting-just staring at each other like that. Bellamy looked at him for a long moment. In the end, she gave up with a sigh, her heart sinking. She crouched down, looped her arms around his neck to pull him toward her, and then reached into her bag for the keys. Fraser was tall and broad-lifting him was out of the question. She had to half-carry, half-drag him through the door. She didn't go easy on him either. The dragging must've pushed all the wrong nerves