"Mr Turner!" 

Garaine's eyes bulged out upon noticing the condition of her husband. Weylin's breathing was ragged. A sheen of sweat covered every expanse of his skin, resembling that of an athlete who took part in a marathon. His hair was dishevelled, some rebellious strands of hair falling on his forehead. Judging from his state, he was all worked up.

"W-what are you doing here?" Garaine stuttered, unable to make out the situation. 

Rushing like a wild bull, Weylin hugged his wife. "Thank God you are safe!" Subconsciously, he tightened the hug, feeling relieved after seeing his wife in one piece. 

A bewildered Garaine's jaws slacked, feeling perplexed by her husband's behaviour. Her han