Gracie had to hold Sara Owen’s shoulders as they were entering the gate. He could see bruises on her arms and face. A corner of her lips was broken, too. She was fragile. He remembered when he threw her out of the villa, she was not much injured. Did something happen to her last night? “Sara, talk to me. What’s wrong?” He held her wrist. Sara Owen looked at him with her swollen eyes. “Neel, please. Don’t ever come in front of me. I have nothing to do with you.” “Are you mad at me?” Sara Owen kept looking at his bright face for a while. Yes, her heart had stopped beating for this man. “You are hurting me.” “Okay. I won’t hurt you.” He loosened his grip and Sara Owen held Gracie’s palm while lowering her head. “You should not come to me. I don't like you.” “You are lying.” “I'm telling the truth. You should forget me, too.” She looked at him courageously. Yohan Dixon threw the cigarette out of the window while looking at the young people. Were they discussing being together?
Gracie unlocked the door and entered the living room with surprise. The door was locked which meant Sara Owen hasn’t returned home till now. She put the bag on the couch and called her. When the call couldn’t connect, she recalled that Sara Owen had left her belongings in October Villa. Where the hell the woman must be? The woman had sprained her leg and was unwell. ... Ryan Jenkins poured red wine into the glasses and looked at Yohan Dixon, "You look tired.” Yohan Dixon flicked cigarette ash in the ashtray and held the glass of red wine. “Did you find the stalker?” Ryan Jenkins sipped. “He has gone underground. Nolan will take care of it.” “Who will take care of you?” Yohan Dixon looked at him with his dark gaze. “You expelled your wife out of the villa. Who is going to take care of you?” “Don’t put your nose in my matter.” He glared. “Excuse me. You are a human, not a robot.” Ryan Jenkins frowned and gulped red wine in irritation. He was tired of seeing his ruthless and c
Yohan Dixon was standing in the hall placing his palms inside his pockets. His eyes were straight on the big screen on which the footage was being played. He came to know that, after talking to an unknown man, she got terrified and left with him in his car. He quickly ordered to catch the car and the man and returned to the VIP room in a panic. He lit a cigarette, placed his legs on the table, leaned back on the chair and sipped cigarette. The sleeves of his white shirt were half-folded and the top two buttons were unbuttoned revealing his strong chest. How could she go with an unknown person easily? He closed his eyes as if he was trying to accept the fact that he was the reason behind her bad luck. He shouldn’t have acted horribly that night. He should have listened to her. She was too simple and easy to be tricked. She did not even have a mobile phone so that he could find her location and she could call him in a trouble. He hit the table in anger. Where the hell she would be
“Yohan…” Yohan Dixon sighed deeply. She was uttering his name in her sleep, too. Why did he not think before throwing her out of the villa that she had no one else in this world except him? That night, he could not bear the fact that she was missing her ex-boyfriend. He did not want to believe that she was his wife so only he would be with her. He was so blinded by jealousy that he could not even imagine that she would never lie to him. If he had asked her about her connection with his nephew, she would have told the truth. She never wanted to go to Neel Dixon. She just wanted to be near him, in his safe shadow. If she had sympathy for someone other than him, she would have never called his name unconsciously, would have not looked at him with that pity gaze, would have not pleaded in front of him. After seeing him, hiding in the garbage, the way she called him, spread her arms after looking at him hopefully, wanted to be carried, the way she cried in his arms... Every cell of h
Yohan Dixon picked up his mobile phone and turned back. She lowered her gaze not to be caught. He narrowed his eyes. Wasn’t she looking at him as if he was a bar of chocolate and she would grab him?“Shall we go?”“Huh?”Yohan Dixon carried her suddenly, giving her goosebumps.She wrapped her arms around his long neck clenching his collar. “I can walk.” She muttered. She didn’t want to die inhaling his manly fragrance.“Oh, really?”He effortlessly came downstairs.“You shouldn’t carry me all the time. Your suit will be wrinkled.”“I have thousands of them.” He put her on the shotgun seat and looked at her.“But you are the only one.”She widened her eyes and he closed the door. He did not seem a sweet talker.Sara Owen took off her book and kept reading in the car.When they reached Vento University, she closed the book and put it in her bag. They looked at each other.“Are you ready?” He asked.Sara Owen nodded. When she was about to get out, he opened the door and carried her.“Wha
Sara Owen looked at the exquisite decoration around her. He took off his blazer and hang it on the back of his chair. Sara Owen was looking around with amusement. Seeing her facial expressions, he was somewhere satisfied. She liked it. He pulled the chair for him and sat down. The dining table was arranged adjoining the round swimming pool. Low yellow light was reflecting in the room making the atmosphere cozy. Behind her, there was a glass wall from where the whole city was visible. Her white and gorgeous face was sparkling due to the light reflecting from the water which was reaching his heart. He suddenly felt strange. He kept looking at her profoundly and she kept smiling while looking at the attractive interior. That smile was coming out of her heart. This interior was not so special for Yohan Dixon but when he saw Sara Owen happy for such a small thing, he got stuck by her simplicity. A small thing, making her happiest. “Wow!” She finally looked at him with a shining smile.
“I will.” He bounced his eyebrows and came to her. She held her palms near her thighs when he held the arms of her chair and leaned. “Do you know the consequences of scolding me?” His hoarse voice was erotic. His warm and alcoholic breaths fell on her small face. “I can kiss you.” She regretted being courageous. “You must be late. Shouldn’t we return?” “I know when I should leave.” She lowered her head in panic. He put his index finger on her forehead and slid it to her soft and red cheek giving her a chill. “How much do you like him?” The first arrow. Sara Owen froze. Did he want to talk about her past? “I… I…don’t like him.” “You liked him, didn’t you?” The second arrow. “It was a small phase of my past.” She sadly lowered her gaze. “Did you enjoy with him?” She smiled sadly. “I was sad after break up. Those memories were my weakness. But when you came into my life, I gave you a place in every corner of my heart. The happiness that you have given me, no one has given
It had begun to snow. The black car was on its top speed. Sara Owen was looking out the window, forlorn. Yohan Dixon's heart was racing because of her puffy eyes and the abrupt change in her behaviour. He gazed at her when the car stopped in front of the villa. She gradually opened the door and exited. He kept staring at her as she limped to the master bedroom. Something has to do with the swimming pool. She was still frightened. He smoked two cigarettes before making his way to the main bedroom. When he opened the door, she was standing on the balcony, hugging her chest, as if she needed protection. The peach nightgown revealed the precise shapes of her tiny physique. Yohan Dixon walked to the restroom to wash up. The balcony glass was closed, and she was watching the snowstorm with a constricted heart. She had destroyed the moment. He was overjoyed. She was thrilled. But everything had been ruined. She wished to be free of every old memory. Even now, she remained petrified of t