Sara Owen suddenly felt chill in the atmosphere. She breathed a familiar manly fragrance mixed with the smell of alcohol and tobacco. She turned her head and looked at his feet. Yes, he was standing beside her with his palms inside his pockets. She did not speak and looked at the beautiful flowers waiting for the snowfall. He did not speak because he had no idea what he was going to talk to her. “You shouldn't have come. It is cold outside.” She spoke to break the awkward silence. “It’s up to me.” His cold reply gave her a sad smile. “I know. I should not advise you but every time I am making a mistake.” “It was not advice. It was care.” Sara Owen didn’t expect such an answer from him. “I think so.” “What are you thinking?” He stepped back and leaned to the column of the shed and lit a cigarette for him. When she took much time to answer, he exhaled smoke and looked at her thin back. “Are you still thinking about him?” “I never want to think about him. But he still pops up
The first snowfall of the season had stopped, but the wet weather was thrilling. Both of them had nothing to do with the sheet of ice and wave of cold that had spread outside the garage. Both were drenched with sweat. Both of them were out of breath and both were wrapped around each other's bare bodies. As cold as it was outside, the heat had spread inside. Yohan Dixon slowly raised his head and looked at her small and sweaty face with affection. No, everything happened intentionally. Her words had shaken his desire and he deliberately dragged her to the garage to calm down that fire emerging in his body. At that time, he did not care what she was going to think about him. All he knew was that she won’t deny it because he wanted to do it. In this passionate journey, he did not feel like she was not with him. They enjoyed it together. He rested his head on her sweaty and soft chest but did not close his eyes. She was unimaginably soft and sweet. Her groaning and moaning were still rin
It was midnight when he returned after drinking alcohol. His walk was shaky and his eyes were red. He took off the shirt and threw it on the couch then went to the bathroom while smoking as if she was not present over there. On the other hand, Sara Owen widened her eyes when she saw his scratched back. Was she such wild last night? After taking a shower, when he returned, he looked at her with his dark eyes. How much this woman read! He came to her and sat beside her while leaning back on the couch and placing his legs on the table as if he was tired. Sara Owen’s heartbeats raised slowly but she pretended not to look at him. He kept glaring at the woman for a long time and noticed her red face. After what happened last night, the distance between the two had increased even more. She was neither looking at him nor talking to him. She was neither angry nor sad. She was scared and shy. Seeing her like this was increasing his intoxication. Should he talk about last night? She should be t
“Madam, young master has arrived.” The housekeeper informed Natalie. Yohan Dixon entered the living room in his black suit and brown sunglasses at a speedy pace. The housekeeper bowed to him and Natalie stood up from the couch. “Ricky” Yohan Dixon took off his sunglasses and looked at his worried aunt. Natalie placed her palms on his strong chest in worry, “I am relieved you came.” “Where is she?” He looked at Natalie with his dark gaze. “She is sleeping.” Yohan Dixon headed towards the room and Natalie kept looking at his back in tension. Before his arrival, Natalie was worried about Sara Owen, but after his arrival, she was afraid that Yohan Dixon would ruin sumless people in anger. As soon as Yohan Dixon opened the door of the room, Neel Dixon turned his head and froze after seeing his uncle. He stood up from the edge of the bed and Yohan Dixon came to the bed. “How is she?" He asked, looking at his wife. “The doctor said that she may have fainted due to shock.” Neel Dixo
The black elegant car was parked in the garage and Yohan Dixon was smoking while sitting in the driver's seat. The dawn was cold and breezy. Sara Owen opened her eyes after a peaceful sleep. Her body was not aching at all. But her blurry vision took a few seconds to be cleaned. She was in the back seat of his black elegant car. She straightened her body and looked at the man who had been sleeping in the driver's seat. She hugged her chest and found his coat on her torso. She got out of the car and got surprised after seeing the cigarette butts all over the floor. She looked at his wrist which was lying on the window while holding a cigarette butt. Did he smoke the whole night? She pulled the cigarette butt from his finger which disturbed his sleep. “Hi.” She smiled hesitantly. Yohan Dixon got out of the car.“How are you?” He placed his palms inside his pockets lazily.“I am fine. You should go and sleep in the bedroom.”He looked at his wristwatch.“Hmm.”As soon as the shutter went
Sara Owen froze and tears welled up from the corners of her eyes. Troubled by her troubles, he was asking her to leave today. But where? Why didn't he understand that she needs him the most? Sara Owen went to the glass wall and looked at the jogging pitch on which he was running. Despite the cold weather, he was not wearing warm clothes and within a short time, his body was drenched with sweat. Sara Owen saw him jogging for the first time, but she could guess enough to see that he was running to escape from his anger. After running for half an hour, he went to the gym and vanished from her eyesight. When he returned after a heavy exercise, their gaze bumped each other. She parted her lips to say something nice to him. But he ignored her hopeful gaze and went to the bathroom to wash up while wiping sweat from the napkin. Sara Owen only could think of an idea to make his mood and so she went to wash up first. Yohan Dixon rushed downstairs while putting on his golden wristwatch. A d
“Sara, I love you.” He spoke again. “Neel, stop it.” “I can say it out loud. Do you want to hear?” “Neel.” She hid her face in her palms and shook her head. No, she did not want to hear that. It fluttered her heart. “Do you want me to say it again? I love you, Sara.” His every word was piercing her heart. It was impossible. She was his uncle’s wife. He should accept this as soon as possible otherwise Yohan Dixon would kill both of them. She was afraid, her husband had already known about them. She raised her head in panic. “Neel…” Before she could explain, her eyes fell on a tall and handsome man behind Neel Dixon. When her eyelids trembled and her gaze shifted, Neel Dixon turned back and looked at the dashing man. Yohan Dixon’s eyes were on his wife whose expressions were null. Yohan Dixon did not take off his sunglasses but scanned every cell of her face. Her cheeks were wet. She was crying. Sara Owen quickly stood up from the chair and held her trembling palms in frustration
"Sara, I need your help." He was panicked. "Neel?" "Ask uncle not to send me abroad." Yohan Dixon rushed inside, snatched the mobile phone and placed it near his ear. Sara Owen shuddered with his sudden appearance. "Sara, you know how much I love you. I can't live without you. I can’t go abroad. Please request uncle not to send me abroad. Please… I want to see you every day. I want to be with you. I don’t want to go." Yohan Dixon threw the mobile phone out of the window and glanced at Sara Owen with his heavy and red gaze. She was inhaling heavily in fear. "Do you want to go with him?" He held her chin as if he would smash it the next moment. "Answer me." He gritted his teeth. It was painful. Tears welled up from the corners of her eyes and she opened her mouth to speak. "What you two are doing on my back?" He threw her on the bed angrily. "You...have misunderstood." "Didn't he say he loves you?" He glared at her. She widened her eyes. He had heard! He pressed her onto the b