It was six o'clock in the evening and the black car was parked in front of the villa which left her nervous. Did he come back early today?
She carried the things to the kitchen and he saw her while getting out of the study room. He did not go to help her but stared at her as if he enjoyed her hard work and struggle with the items and their weight.
Sara Owen wiped her sweaty forehead from the back of her palm and turned back. Just then, her gaze fell on the man who was standing near the door of the study room.
"You came early today. I went to the supermarket. Please wait for a while, I will coo..." Till then, he had reached closer to her and looked at her deeply. She lowered her head while biting her lips. His presence was dangerous for her heart. He lit a cigarette for him and then smoked on her white face. This poor woman didn't know that he has known everything!!
"Where are your dresses and sleepers?" His question was straight and she swallowed saliva.
"I didn't buy."
"Why?"
"I..."
"You have the card. Isn't it enough?"
She closed her eyes tightly because he was throwing back-to-back questions along with the smoke.
Yohan Dixon glanced at her bare feet and frowned then turned back to flick the ash in the ashtray. She raised her eyes and looked at his strong back with fear but when he stepped near the couch, she widened her eyes after seeing the bags on the couch.
"Arrange them in your room and use them well." His cold voice came to her. When he did not get any response, he turned back and saw that she was standing in a daze with her widened eyes and mouth. He sighed and threw the cigarette in the ashtray.
"Come here."
He went to the couch and sat. She followed him.
"Sit."
She sat in front of him while looking at the bags.
"Take all out."
Sara Owen swallowed saliva and one by one unpacked the things.
Dresses, heels, jeans, shirts, tops, nightwear, sleepers, handkerchiefs, wallet, bags, sleepers, warm coats and in the end, they were lingerie sets. She closed her eyes tightly to escape from the awkwardness. But he hadn't seen anything. He was only staring at her beautiful and small face which was changing its colours after seeing each thing. When she closed her eyes, he couldn't see those colours in her eyes, he turned his gaze and glanced down. She was holding a set of lingerie.
“Don’t walk around with bare feet from now on." He said while throwing the cigarette then left with his dynamic aura. Sara Owen sighed after seeing his back and quickly wrapped the things.
After dinner, it was nine o’clock when she came out of the kitchen after cleaning and went straight to the bedroom. She saw the bed full of bags and packets. She was not tired but looking at the costly things, she was hesitant to use all of them. She sat at the edge of the bed in a daze. How did he come to know that she hadn’t purchased anything from the mall? If he had already known, why did he ask her about her shopping? If he had already purchased the things for her then… Did he purchase the things?
Her gaze fell on the set of lingerie and her throat became dry in panic. In the sets of lingerie, she had also found packets of tampons. Did she need a salary for serving him? She began to arrange the things in the closet. She had never gotten what he was giving her even if being a stranger. It was enough for her to serve him till her last breath. It took two hours to arrange the things and when she finally finished, she went to take bath.
In his dark and deep eyes, a thin and weak figure was reflecting for a long time. In the white silky nightgown, her thin body had perfectly fitted. Her long and silky hair was touching her hips as she stepped slowly on the green lawn. She had hugged her chest but tonight, he had not seen tears in her eyes.
While looking at her, he did not feel any indication in his heart, but still, he did not know why it was agreeable to see her with her loneliness. This solitude filled in both of their hearts and both of them were broken and hurt. He found her lonely just like he used to be. But still, she used to smile, react, hide her tears, work, and live. She didn't need alcohol and cigarette. She did not need a workload to escape from the reality. He threw the completed cigarette then opened the box but it turned out to be empty. He glanced at her again. She was standing with her back at him and did not have any idea about his gaze.
What she must be thinking? Was she remembering her past or... Was she...missing her husband?
Just then, she stumbled to the ground and his gaze darkened. Her weak and thin back was trembling. She had hugged her knees and buried her face in them. She was crying.
Yohan Dixon picked up the bottle of whisky and poured it into the glass then gulped in a breath. It did not take him too long to empty it. He picked up another packet of cigarettes and one by one smoked them. Tonight too, he kept looking at her back while smoking and drinking even if he did not feel anything for her. He did not want to know the reasons why she was crying. He was not interested in her at all. All he wanted was to see her like this.
It was two o'clock at night. She came out of the bathroom after peeing and heard a noise from the living room. She rushed out of her room to see. When she turned on the lights, she saw Yohan Dixon who was drinking water while sitting on the ground leaning back to the back of the couch and the pieces of glasses were scattered around him.
"Oh no..." She rushed to him but when she saw his sweaty face and smelled alcohol. He struggled to stand up but couldn't.
"Come..."
Yohan Dixon opened his dark and red eyes and looked at the white and soft palm in front of him which was stretched toward him to help. He frowned and stood up with some effort. She kept looking at his back when he struggled to step toward the stairs. She bent down and began to collect the pieces of glass.
"Ahh..." A piece of glass pierced her palm and there, he stumbled to the ground. She pulled the piece from her palm and did not care about the wound. She rushed towards him and sat beside him.
"Are you alright?"
How much he had drunk!
Yohan Dixon felt her warm palms on his arms and he opened his eyes slowly. He saw two sparkling eyes, a delicate nose, thin and rosy lips and a slender white neck. He closed his eyes and slowly leaned toward her. He buried his face in her neck and she widened her eyes. Her palms trembled and she touched his hot cheeks. His breaths were high and he placed his palm on her waist. She leaned back on the handrail of the stairs and let him sleep soundly.
…
There was no longer that fire in the rays of the morning sun because now winter was about to begin. But in the October villa, Yohan Dixon felt something soft in his fist and he pressed it as if it was relieving to do so. A sweet fragrance was mingling with his breaths and his dry lips were on soft skin. It must not be a bed. He opened his eyes and found his lips on the soft skin of her slender neck where his face was buried. His gaze quickly fell on the soft thing on which he had his palm. It was her breast. He quickly took off his palm and raised his head from her neck.
What the hell happened last night? Didn’t he come to drink water late at night?
The woman moaned and touched her itchy face with her injured palm. She was sleeping and that injury on her palm reminded him of the last night.
He stood up and looked at the woman whose sleep got interrupted because of his movements. She should think before resorting to a drunken man in the middle of the night. How could she trust him so much? Sara Owen opened her eyes and her gaze fell on the man who was glaring at her in surprise. She quickly stood up and straightened her nightgown.
“Good morning.” She lowered her head.
“Don’t roam in the villa at night.” He said coldly and went hurriedly to the master bedroom. Sara Owen yawned and looked at the pieces of glasses on the floor with her sleepy eyes.
In the shower room, he was staring at his bright face in the mirror and letting water calm down his frustration. He slowly raised his palm which was on her breast then looked at it coldly. Did she know he had touched her over there and even clutched it numerous times?
Yohan Dixon gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.
When he had breakfast, he left the dining room and she sat on the chair to eat his leftover. Just then, he came back to the dining hall and looked at her back. He looked at the plates and then coughed which made her attentive and she stood up quickly.
He came to her with his manly fragrance.
“There is a first aid box in my closet. Go and treat your wounds.”
Sara Owen felt warmth in his words and she raised her head to look at him but he did not want to make it awkward for him, so he turned back and left quickly.
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When Yohan Dixon arrived at Dixon Group, the secretary was waiting for him to tell her how the things she had purchased for him yesterday were, but expectedly, he did not tell anything and went to his cabin. She sat on the chair after greeting him but Assistant Nolan stopped over there and looked at her with his gentle gaze.“Good morning, Assistant Nolan.” She greeted him with her lovely smile.“Good morning. You did a good job yesterday and the president is quite happy.”“Really? Oh… So nice…” She jumped out of the chair happily. Then she could not suppress her curiosity and looked at Assistant Nolan.“For whom he had purchased so many things? Does he have a girlfriend?”“Aunty, who gifts tampons to his girlfriend?”“Don’t tell me. Did he marry secretly?”“Shut your mouth. He just gifted it to a needy woman. That’s it. Now get back to work.”The secretary looked at his back in a daze and could not sort the thoughts well.…Bruno and Natalie were deeply frustrated because they haven’
“Yes, I am afraid of you.” Sara Owen admitted with courage. “How much...?” Yohan Dixon leaned and his warm breaths fell on her neck making her senses slow. “As much... As much as I didn't even feel that night.” She raised her eyes slowly and looked at him in terror, "When you made that person half dead, then the fear woke me up.” That night, she had seen a different aura of Yohan Dixon, which removed the fear of that incident from Sara Owen's mind but instilled an unknown apprehension for this powerful man. “Then why did you come here with me if you were scared?” “That night… I grabbed your arm to save myself...and could not leave it till now. I don't know why it feels like... I'm safe with you.” Her low voice was trembling. “Will you be able to live in fear with me for the rest of your life?” His voice was cold. She blinked her beautiful eyes, "Yes." “I will not leave until you ask me to leave.” She added courageously even if it was hard to breathe. “What else can you do for
“Hi, Lyla.” Sara Owen smiled hesitantly.Before she could handle her awkwardness, Lyla slapped her and the noise echoed through the giant walls in the lobby. Sara Owen bit her lips and covered her red cheek with her trembling palm while lowering her teary eyes.“Who the hell are you?” Gracie stepped ahead to fight but Sara Owen held her arm and pitifully shook her head. Gracie suppressed her anger for a while.“What was the need to get married if you could not maintain it? Do you even know how long my brother is looking for you? Where are you? Do you live in hell? Sara, go home now and apologize to my brother.” Lyla shouted angrily.It was enough for Gracie to recognize Lyla."Hey! You must be the spoiled sister of that drunkard and gambler. And why is he looking for her? Huh? Doesn't he know why she ran away that night?" Gracie pointed her index finger at Lyla’s ugly nose."You shut up.""I...""Gracie. Let's go." Sara Owen held Gracie’s arm to leave because they had gathered by the
There wasn't any difference between the previous life and this life. She was serving a drunken man earlier also, to pay his debts, she was offering alcohol to drunkards in that club. Even in this phase of her life, the man she was serving was an alcoholic, relentless and quirky. He was not easy to predict. He didn't even know how to smile. The contrast was, that her husband had handed her over to extrinsic men and this extrinsic man had saved her from those men and gave her a safe shelter where she could live life like a woman. Instead, if that extrinsic man used to talk bitterly to her or she has to sleep on his bed, in his room, to make him fall asleep at night, then... She was ready to do it. It was three o'clock at night. A towering and handsome man entered the living room in which, the weak and thin woman was sleeping on the couch while leaning back to it in a red nightgown. His heavy eyes fell on the thin woman and he stopped. His gaze went to the dining hall in which the tab
Yohan Dixon did not see her anywhere until he finished dinner. He chose to go to the bedroom. He washed up and went to the balcony to see her. But tonight, she hadn’t come to walk. He went to the living room because his senses were telling him that something was strange in her behaviour. The thin and weak figure has been sitting in the dining hall and having dinner. He slowly entered and peeked at the dishes. Wasn’t the plate belonged to him? Was she eating his left over? He stepped ahead to check and his smelly aura alerted her. She stood up with her lowered head. “Do you need anything?” Her voice was hoarse and suppressed. She was ignoring facing him. She hadn’t welcomed him with her sweet smile. He looked at her from head to toe for a moment then stepped closer. “I will bring water for you.” She wanted to escape from his gaze. As soon as she turned back, he held her wrist and turned her towards him. She bit her lips and held the back of the chair while hiding her face. “Look a
“Ohh...” Natalie stepped back while covering her mouth and Bruno held her shoulders from behind. “Is it scary?” Bruno did not know why his wife was disturbed. The low movements reached the sharp and alerted ears of Yohan Dixon and he opened his red and solemn eyes. Someone must be at the door. He stood up from the bed and his movements woke her up. “He… He… Ricky and that girl…are sleeping on the bed.” Bruno widened his eyes in astonishment and they got another shock when the door was opened by Yohan Dixon unexpectedly. They both looked at him with their unhappy gaze and he stared at them with his dark eyes. “Bruno, I told you that Ricky is definitely in love with that girl, that's why he is refusing to marry anyone but he had got married already.” Natalie had become courageous after seeing the situation inside the bedroom. “How could you do this to us? You haven’t informed us and got married secretly?” Bruno was out of his mind. “What the hell? What you both are doing here?” He
“He is Adrian.” He threw a giant amount of smoke. Sara Owen did not know how he knew his name but a nervousness appeared in her heart that he would ask her to leave the villa and go to her husband and Adrian was searching for her. “Did you see him?” Yohan Dixon turned back and looked at her with his cold glare which made her lower her eyes as usual. “You should not question back.” His voice was raspy. “Yes. He is my husband.” He looked at her from head to toe then sat on the couch leisurely while smoking. She had held her palms tighter which was showing that she was scared. “Wife should live with her husband.” That's what Sara Owen feared. “I am running away from him because…” She closed her eyes tightly. “He has lost me in gambling and those people are searching for me. I don't want to go to them. I want to save my existence.” She slowly opened her teary eyes and looked at her trembling palms near her stomach. “That night you sheltered me in your house without questioning a
At night, as usual, Yohan Dixon returned to October villa after downing alcohol. Sara Owen was not afraid of his drinking and stumbling. In her eyes, his respect was at its peak as she wanted to devote her whole life to serving him. When he finished dinner, he did not stand up and Sara Owen was cautioned about this.“Should I cook something for you?” She asked hesitantly.“Sit and eat in front of me.” His straight question in a hoarse voice was terrific which shocked her.“You...”“Yes, I will sit here.” He replied.Sara Owen sat in front of him and looked at the leftovers. He leaned back and lit a cigarette for him.“Come on. Eat.”Sara Owen hesitantly gathered leftovers on a plate and held the spoon while biting her lips. It was awkward to eat in front of him because she was a maid and he was the owner. How could they share dine together?“Why don’t you cook for yourself?”His question shuddered her and she looked at him in confusion but his red eyes made her afraid and she lowered h