Chapter - 168

The car was alone on the road and was at its top speed. While exhaling smoke, he dialled the first number from the list of his incoming calls.

The call connected quickly.

"On the way."

Hearing the opponent, he hung up the call and placed the cigarette between his dark lips. His sharp and dark gaze was straight on the road.

...

Placing the bag on the desk, she came to the French window of the bedroom and looked out. The beautiful garden was filled with colourful flowers. She hugged herself and inhaled her tension. Her man had gone somewhere without informing her. He would come before morning. This night would be tough, too. This night will again be spent waiting for him.

Maybe it was a spell. Worrying for him, being happy for him, crying for him...

She didn't know the meaning of love until she fell in love with her husband. The pure feeling of this love made her understand that she also deserves to be loved.

Yohan Dixon, whom people consider to be the coldest and most unsympathe