Masuk"Where are we going, Young Master?" Moza protested, trying to anchor her steps. "I haven't finished tidying Young Master Dastan's suite. There are still other chores—""On the contrary, I am going to liberate you from every chore you despise," Kageo cut her off, without looking back. His grip on Moza’s wrist didn't loosen for a single fraction of a second."We are heading to my room."Kageo pulled Moza into motion, guiding her toward his own quarters located at the far end of the corridor. His features looked far more resolute than usual—a stark contrast to his normally quiet demeanor.With practiced swiftness, Kageo pushed his bedroom door open and locked it from the inside.Click.The sound resonated sharply through the quiet room, which felt significantly more enigmatic than Dastan's chamber. Moza flinched, a wave of alarm washing over her as her eyes widened."What is the meaning of this, Young Master?" Moza asked, her voice trembling slightly.Calmly, Kageo guided Moza to sit on
Despite Moza’s soft greeting, Dastan didn't spare her a single glance. The man remained facing the mirror, entirely concentrated on adjusting his trousers before running a comb through his damp hair.Inwardly, Moza felt a prickle of irritation. Dastan Limantara was incredibly fickle; his patterns of thought were near impossible to predict.Last night, he had been intensely warm and brimming with a dangerous passion, yet this morning he had effortlessly reverted back to his cold, detached persona.Could this sudden shift be another test? A calculated method for Dastan to gauge her level of initiative in serving him?Refusing to remain passive, Moza stepped closer, her eyes rapidly scanning the sweeping chamber. Her gaze anchored onto the crisp dress shirt and deep brown suit blazer draped over the back of the sofa.It appeared Dastan hadn't found the time to put them on yet. Without a trace of hesitation, Moza gathered the shirt and stood directly before his bare chest."Allow me to as
Hearing the challenge hurled by Dastan, Moza felt a subtle shiver race down her spine. However, the gaze she directed back at him radiated a steel resolve.She knew exceptionally well that the only way to survive was to surrender. Only by bowing to the ruler of the Limantara family could she maintain control over her destiny and Kayden's."I am prepared, Young Master. I will prove that I belong to you."Moza’s voice sounded crisp and direct, completely contradicting the frantic rhythm of her heart hammering against her ribs.Dastan fell silent for a beat, his sharp eyes scrutinizing her features. He scanned every line of Moza’s face, searching for a trace of falsehood or regret within her compliance.Yet, Moza did not waver; she had successfully erected a fortress around her heart. A decision had been made, and she would play this character to the absolute end.Finally, the corner of Dastan’s lip twitched into a barely perceptible smile, revealing a dangerous trace of satisfaction. An
After knocking twice, Moza waited, her heart hammering violently. Every nerve ending in her body felt tightly wound, counting the agonizing seconds until the door would open.However, nothing happened. Either Dastan was deliberately making her wait, or he was still trapped inside the bathroom.Her initial courage began to evaporate, rapidly replaced by a creeping panic. If there was no answer, she would be forced to retreat before Abigail woke up, or worse, before Kageo stepped out of his room and caught her standing outside Dastan’s door.Refusing to yield so easily, Moza decided to try her luck one more time. She raised her hand and knocked again, a little firmer this time, counting down silently in her mind.Just as Moza was on the verge of giving up, a rustle of movement echoed from within.Dastan’s bedroom door swung open. The man stood at the threshold, clad in a black silk kimono bathrobe that was loosely tied around his waist. The parted fabric exposed a large portion of his f
Moza guided Abigail back to the table, where she noted Dastan already standing alongside Uncle Arlan and Aunt Susan. Their expressions appeared thoroughly satisfied.Upon spotting Moza's return, Aunt Susan immediately approached her with a warm smile. "We were waiting for you, Moza. Let’s head out together.""Forgive me, ma'am. I stayed a bit too long in the restroom," Moza replied, offering a polite, slight bow.The four of them walked out of the luxurious boutique restaurant together. Dastan stepped closer, clearly poised to resume their staged courtship in front of Uncle Arlan and Aunt Susan.However, before the man could even initiate physical contact, Moza executed her own move first.With a swift, fluid motion, Moza reached for Dastan’s arm and linked hers through his, holding him tightly. The touch was firm and radiated an intense warmth, as if she were desperately trying to display just how deeply she adored him.The man appeared visibly taken aback. Moza could feel Dastan’s m
Moza held her breath, waiting for Dastan’s response. She wanted to evaluate the tension in his frame, the subtle shift in his eyes—anything that would betray an overwhelming anxiety or an attempt to hide a guilty conscience.However, contrary to her expectations, Dastan answered in a perfectly calm, natural cadence."We have never been to the resort together. Work at the office has been incredibly demanding lately, so we haven't found the time for a vacation."Aunt Susan chuckled softly. “Then you must take Moza and Abigail there. Isn't the school holiday coming up soon? Our grandchildren are also planning a trip to the beach.”Hearing Aunt Susan’s suggestion, Abigail paused mid-sip of her juice and chimed in eagerly,"Yes, Papa! I want to go on a vacation!"Before Dastan could formulate a reply, their conversation was effectively cut short as two servers arrived bearing steaming plates. The sudden burst of activity served as a perfect shield.Everyone’s attention naturally drifted to







