LOGINUnder Dastan’s silent warning, Moza was forced into a stifling silence. In the sudden, jarring movement, the candle in her hand flickered and died.Now, the only thing cutting through the oppressive darkness was the faint glow from Dastan’s phone, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls.Slowly, Dastan lowered his finger from her lips. He stood perfectly still, listening intently as the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder.Moza’s heart hammered against her ribs. Dastan wasn't touching her excessively, yet his sheer presence made the air feel thick and heavy, as if he were consuming every ounce of oxygen in the small room.In those heart-pounding seconds, Moza noticed something peculiar. Dastan’s face began to flush a deep, heated red—the exact same reaction she had witnessed in his room not long ago.Outside, the footsteps stopped right in front of her door. Thalia’s flat, unmistakable voice drifted through the wood."Moza, are you in there? Has Young Master Dastan retu
Before Moza could pull her hand away, a powerful grip clamped around her wrist. In her shock, Moza’s phone slipped from her fingers, hitting the floor with a loud, metallic click.The impact caused the phone’s flashlight to flare upward, illuminating Moza’s face in a stark, white glow. At the edge of that light stood Dastan, his gaze deep and impenetrable.His suit jacket still clung to his frame, accentuating the powerful lines of his muscles. His eyes were dark, like an ocean ready to swallow anyone who dared to draw near."Were you intentionally waiting for me here? Looking for an opportunity to touch me in the dark?" Dastan asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.Moza held her breath, her body trembling under his scrutiny. She could feel the steady rise and fall of Dastan’s chest and the warmth radiating from him, mingled with the intoxicating scent of musk."I—I just wanted to see who was coming in," Moza stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "Madam Thalia tasked me with waiti
After Thalia left the kitchen, Moza refocused on her task, gathering the ingredients for a baked cheesecake. As she began pouring the batter into a heat-resistant pan, a young maid named Raina approached her, her eyes filled with admiration."I see you’re very skilled in the kitchen, Moza."Moza offered a thin smile while smoothing the surface of the batter. "I used to run a small culinary business.""No wonder. You move like a professional chef," Raina praised.Before Moza could respond, a cynical voice sliced through the air from the corner of the kitchen."Moza isn't just skilled in the kitchen; she’s skilled at ensnaring the hearts of the Young Masters. You should learn from her if you want to climb the social ladder," Lira remarked sarcastically, having just finished cleaning the restrooms.Moza held her breath but refused to react. She was here on a vital mission, not to bicker with someone like Lira. Raina, however, let out an annoyed huff."Lira, don't start trouble. Madam Tha
After receiving his order, Rezon brought the food to the table where Moza and Abigail were waiting. He handed out the burger, fries, fried chicken, and two cups of iced chocolate topped with mini marshmallows.For himself, he only took a small serving of fries without any sauce, eating them slowly while sitting beside Abigail. His eyes remained vigilant, constantly scanning their surroundings.Abigail immediately pressed a burger into Moza’s hand with a wide, beaming smile. "Auntie, you have to eat too!"Moza laughed softly. "Thank you, Little Miss."The child began to eat with gusto, her cheeks puffing out adorably. However, she suddenly stopped chewing when she noticed a young boy sitting with his mother nearby."I like eating burgers, but what I love most is a lunchbox made by a Mommy. My friends always bring them to school."Moza’s heart was deeply touched. This child had everything material, yet she lacked a mother’s simple affection. Without a second thought, Moza reached out an
Despite being startled by Rezon’s sudden interrogation, Moza maintained her composure."My full name is Mozarella Hutama."Through the rearview mirror, she saw Rezon’s eyes widen. His shoulders stiffened and his fingers gripped the steering wheel with such force that his knuckles turned white. Watching his reaction, Moza’s internal alarm went off. She wondered if her name triggered a specific memory or a dark event in his past.However, before she could probe further, Rezon repeated his second question. "You haven't answered me yet. Have you ever been married?"Moza hesitated. Should she lie to protect her cover or speak the truth? Knowing the immense power of the Limantara family, she was certain they could dig up her past with a single phone call. If she were caught in a lie, it would only fuel their suspicion."I was married once... but only for a very short time," she admitted."You mean you divorced shortly after the wedding?""Yes, Young Master," Moza replied softly.Rezon didn'
Moza’s breath hitched. When she looked up, her gaze met a pair of pitch-black eyes—cold, deep, and radiating absolute control.Rezon Limantara.His face was a mask of indifference, but one of his brows was slightly arched, reflecting a mixture of concern and irritation."Did you not see that the chair was already broken?" Rezon asked in his low, vibrating baritone.Moza quickly scrambled to her feet, her face flushing a deep crimson. Her heart was still thundering, not just from the near-fall, but from this sudden, overwhelming proximity."I knew it was damaged, but it was the only chair available, Young Master," Moza answered, trying to steady her breathing.Rezon stared at the shattered plastic chair for a moment before shifting his gaze to the unfinished curtain. Without a word, he stepped forward and easily climbed onto the wooden ledge near the window.Moza could only stand there, frozen, watching his efficient movements. Standing well over 180 centimeters, a task that was nearly







