Yohan Dixon glared at the pink bloody scarf in front of him. He held it in a daze with complicated feelings. While tying it on his palm, he saw truth and innocence in Sara Owen's eyes. Till today, it did not take him so long to conclude anything as long as it took him to determine whether she wanted to be with him or wanted to return to her past. He clenched the bloody scarf in his fist tighter, wiped his body and threw the towel in the laundry carriage. He frowned and grabbed the black bathrobe and got out of the bathroom. The woman had been standing in front of him with the empty jar of ice cream. His eyes darkened and he glared at her. Even if he denied to eat, shouldn't she leave some for him? “I have eaten ice cream. Should I leave?" Her mouth was cold and her lips were trembling. Seeing her pale face, he predicted the reason that she had eaten cold. He expected her to say something more about the ice cream but it seemed that she was in a hurry to go. Shouldn't she be thankful
After getting out of the conference hall, he unbuttoned the second button of his black shirt revealing the perfect collarbone and white strong chest on which the golden chain was sparkling. His long legs were covered in well-stitched black pants. On his way from the conference hall to his cabin, their mouth widened in surprise after seeing his sensual appearance. He lit a cigarette for him and entered the cabin. Assistant Nolan was following him and also know that he was not in a good mood today because his wife was in the hospital. The president had arrived at the Dixon headquarters early in the morning but hadn't got time to even call his wife to ask about her health. But here, the matter with him was different. Yohan Dixon stopped right near the bar counter and gulped wine in a breath then sipped smoke deeply. When his darkened face bleared due to the layer of smoke in front of it, Assistant Nolan signed helplessly. He had been working with this man for many years, he had noticed
Sara Owen held his injured palm and looked at it with concern. “Why didn’t you treat it? It is… It is…” She raised her eyes and looked at him in panic. “…terrible. You are such a careless person. Go and ask the doctor to treat it.” He kept looking at her in a daze as if he wanted to listen to her. “What are you thinking? Do you want me to call the doctor?” She looked at the wound and started blabbering. “I had wrapped my scarf on it, it seems you did not even apply ointment on this wound. Can’t you see that this wound is still fresh and… You must have droven car… It can start bleeding…” Yohan Dixon kept looking at her with amusement because this woman hadn’t the strength even to inhale but now she was speaking in unison. Sara Owen accidentally looked at him and her mouth remained open as his affectionate gaze did not let her speak as if it was reminding her that he was a terrific person. She could have died if she would dare to speak more than enough. “Amm… Ahm…” She coughed an
On the top floor of Dixon headquarter, it was a terrace garden where three young and attractive men were drinking alcohol. Yohan Dixon had learned on the glass sailing and looking at the whole city under his shoes while drinking brandy and smoking cigarettes. The white shirt was slim fit revealing his muscles. Rudra Reddy and Ryan Jenkins were sitting on the couch near the fountain. “It seems that he is really worried about his wife's health.” Rudra Reddy's gaze was straight on Yohan Dixon's back. “He is already like that.” Ryan Jenkins was habituated to his coldness and silence. "I see. He can’t change. By the way, did he suppress the news of her illness?” “Yes.” “I had come here to have dinner with this fake couple. I didn’t know it will turn out to be sad.” “You can come next time.” They both looked at the man who had been standing near the railing without taking interest in them. “He emptied the entire cigarette packet.” “I know what he is going through. I don’t have anyt
“I’m neither your wife nor your girlfriend. I am your slave. But whenever you need me to be your wife or girlfriend, I will be.” She smiled sadly and that chrome from her voice vanished in which she was critiquing him a while ago. Yohan Dixon threw the receiver angrily. He had disliked her words. whole bedroom. … The next morning, Sara Owen found herself strong enough to go to the university. She called Gracie in the morning and got ready to go after having breakfast. Nisha tried to stop her but she did not listen to her and went in the car which drove by Jack. Nisha quickly called Assistant Nolan and gave reports. “You never listen to me but you ate that deadly ice cream because he asked you to.” Gracie was mad at Sara Owen. She could not believe that Sara Owen put her life at risk just to fulfil the silly wish of her husband. Shouldn't she at least refuse once? Though she was afraid of him, she should have informed her arrogant husband that she had some issues with ice cream.
“How would it be if you manipulate her and separate her from your friend? She is a robot. She listens to anyone easily.” Rudra Reddy gulped the red wine and put the glass on the table with a smirk. “Bullshit.” He stood up from the couch to leave. “Brother, listen to me. At least you should think once. You haven’t had a girlfriend.” Rudra Reddy looked at her with his palms inside the pockets. There was a slight smile on his pink and thin lips. Undoubtedly, he was cool and attractive. “Look at you. How cool you are! You are dashing. You are rich.” “I am not a fool. I have a giant business to handle. I am not interested in women, darling. So, go back.” “So, you are not going to help me.” She glared at him. “No, I am going back to France. Enjoy.” Scarlette Reddy kept glaring at his back and he left carefreely. He was a successful businessman and he did not have much time to waste on women. ... It was ten o’clock at night. Cold waves were blowing outside but the temperature in th
As soon as her body lifted in the air, she woke up and found her face near a masculine chest. She slowly raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck. His masculine aura and seductive aroma mingled in her breaths and she closed her eyes as if she wanted it. Yohan Dixon stopped near the stairs and looked at her deeply. He was confused about where he had to bring her. Sara Owen opened her eyes and looked at him in a daze. “You are awake." Hearing his seductive voice, she realised it wasn't a dream. She jumped out of his arms. “When did you arrive?" She lowered her gaze but he had already noticed her red face. “Last night.” “I will warm food. You must be hungry." “I am not. Have dinner and go to bed." Yohan Dixon went to the master bedroom quickly as if he was not interested in talking to her at all. She kept staring at his back in amusement. What she had done wrong? Shouldn’t she have woken up? She twitched her mouth and went to the dining hall to have dinner. It was early
Sara Owen looked at the door in a panic. Oh, her face turned sweaty and red. “I am coming.” Before she could stand up after hearing him, he opened the door and they looked at each other for a moment. She swallowed saliva and he noticed her sweaty and trembling body. He stepped ahead and she stood up slowly while holding her trembling palm. “If you don’t like their words, you can refuse. It’s okay. I will handle it.” He was concerned unknowingly. Sara Owen smiled awkwardly. “Not at all.” “Then start sleeping with me.” “Huh?” She looked at him with her widened gaze and wiped her sweaty face with the back of her palm. Just then, Yohan Dixon stepped ahead and began to untie her waist belt of the coat. “You said you are fine with what they say. Let’s share the same bed.” His hoarse voice disturbed her heartbeats and she forgot almost that he was trying to take off her coat. She raised her head and looked into his deep eyes and his warm breaths fell on her sweaty face. “You should