144 Chapter 144 Hold Her Or Die Trying

Song Recommendation: Your Love by Little Mix

Delia walked up to the hand sink in the bathroom, locking her eyes on her reflection. She slowly exhaled.

Staring at her reflection, she adjusted the spaghetti hand of her light short nightdress—having the swells of her bosoms well displayed and full.

She bit her lips shyly, scanning her dressing. Her gown ended above her knee, showcasing enough of her thick thighs.

She blushed, taking in a deep breath.

A chill suddenly ran down her spine. Vileh slowly aggrieved in the air from black particles, evolving behind Delia.

She was in her true hidious form—grinning. She placed her hand on Delia's shoulders.

"You look lovely". Vileh whispered, narrowing her dark diabolic eyes at Delia's reflection.

Delia's brows dropped in boredom, "What do you want, Vileh?"

Vileh tilted her head, gaining a bone crack. She smiled widely, "Just missed you". Delia scowled.

"Speak or leave, Vileh".