เข้าสู่ระบบMATTIAS’S POV.I watched the bastard’s face as he tried to wear innocence like it was a shirt he could put on and off whenever it suited him.“Mattias,” he said again, like my name was something he owned. “I came here so we could talk.”Talk……I scoffed, staring down at my children as they stared at me wide eyed. Like they badly wanted to know what was going on….like they were surprised at the way I spoke to Beau.What on earth did this man do to make my children like him this much? How much of a manipulator was he, that my kids had completely become obsessed with him?I raised a brow and folded my arms, waiting. Let him keep talking. Let him dig. Men like him always did.Because I needed to know why he had the audacity to show up at my house when……when he was still right at the top of my mind as a suspect connected to Doctor Ryle’s death.His eyes slipped to Shimma for a second.Then back to me.That tiny movement told me everything. He wasn’t only addressing me.He was manipulating
Mr BEAU’S POV.Of course they’d notice.Kids always notice the moment their surrounding changes……when a familiar voice returns and the promise of “normal” walks back through the door like it never left.When Nora and Elara came down after Noah, I let my face soften exactly the way it needed to. Not too sad…….never too sad. Just enough warmth to make their confusion feel like hope.‘Let them miss me,’ I told myself. “Let them crave what I can offer.’Because the truth is, tutoring was never just tutoring.It was access.It was time alone with the parts of their lives I could control.It was a reason to be close enough that Shimma would relax……just for a moment……just long enough to forget how suspicious I should be.And Shimma…Shimma was the kind of woman who didn’t relax easily. Not anymore.So I worked with what I had: the children of course.As Nora clung to my sleeves and Elara bounced with that impatient honesty only kids have, my mind quietly mapped everything like a chessboard.
SHIMMA’S POV.I stared at Mr Beau in confusion.He knew too well we weren’t ready to receive guests…..especially not after what happened. Especially not when the surrounding around the house still felt heavy with suspicion and fear.His smile looked practiced, too smooth. His eyes…..those eyes……looked eager.Not worried. Not concerned. Eager.I turned my gaze slightly toward the guards who stood by the entrance door, as if to check whether they’d suddenly decide to tell me what he was doing here. But they only shifted awkwardly, pretending they hadn’t just watched him argue his way into our gate.Then I looked back at him.“You know you weren’t supposed to be here… right?” I asked, my voice low but firm……the kind of tone that tries to keep my panic from showing.Mr Beau’s lips parted like he was ready with an instant answer.“I just…” he began.“No.” I cut in before his excuses could become believable. “Not with everything going on.”I felt my pulse in my throat…..anger too…..because
MR BEAU’S POV.I cleared my throat, forcing a smile as I stood before the two huge and scary-looking guards that stood by the gate. All armed and guarded.Yes……….I knew.I knew that the last place I was supposed to be at was here… right in front of Shimma’s home.But after hearing her voice last night… after that sudden electricity of her breathing and the way the sound of her voice reached me through the silence, I realized I had to try harder.I couldn’t let them keep her away from me. Not when I’d already tasted the thrill of reaching her.Not when my mind wouldn’t stop clawing at the thought that she was “so close”, right behind these walls, and yet so unreachable……..unless I made myself undeniable.“Good morning,” I said, tilting my head like I was harmless. Like I wasn’t desperate. “I’m Beau……Mr Beau,”One of the guards didn’t even bother to look at my face properly. He kept his posture rigid, his hand near his baton.“You’re not on the list,” he said flatly.I swallowed, forcin
MATTIAS’S POVI didn’t know who had called…….an unknown number, that was all the screen showed. But it didn’t matter how many times I told myself it was nothing. The truth was, my skin didn’t believe it.I stood in the hallway, away from the kids, away from Shimma’s eyes. I kept my voice calm anyway.“Hello? Who is this?” I said, my gaze drifting upward like I hoped it wasn’t any bad news.But strangely, there was no response.Just dead silence……like the caller was still breathing on the other end but refusing to speak.My jaw tightened. My fingers were still damp from earlier nerves, and I hated that my body was giving me away.“Who is this?” I repeated, slower this time. “Talk to me. What do you want?” I said, my voice rising.There was nothing…..No words. No background noise.Just nothing……..and that nothing crawled under my skin.Then the call ended abruptly.The screen went dark so fast it felt like a hand had snatched the air out of my lungs.I gasped, staring down at the phone
SHIMMA’S POV (continued).I walked towards the kitchen area, the delicious aroma of pancakes already hitting my nostrils.Mattias was already up.Even after what happened last night……..after the interrogation, the accusation, the fear sitting in his voice…….he was here. Flipping pancakes like nothing in the world could ever bring him down.‘How is he this strong?’ I thought to myself as I stared at him for a few seconds, just watching him focus on the food, barely noticing me.Then I felt my throat tighten anyway, because strength didn’t cancel pain. It just made it easier to carry.“Hey baby,” I said as I came closer.He turned towards me, his face soft with that bright smile I loved so much. “Hey!”He was chopping strawberries and kiwis, moving with careful hands.I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his back.“Did you sleep well?” he asked.I hesitated.The last thing I wanted was to worry him… to drag last night’s fear into his chest a
“Come in,” I yelled as I watched the door open. Revealing Mr Mattias.“M—Mr Mattias,” I stuttered as I watched him make his way into my office. He began to loosen his tie as he made his way toward me.I gulped hard, my eyes wide open, my mind racing with questions. What had gotten into him?He leaned t
As I pushed the door open, the laughter ceased instantaneously. My heart raced as a rush of disbelief coursed through me. There in Mr Mattias's office. Was a woman leaning casually against his desk, A woman I had never seen before. She had long, flowing black hair and wore a sleek, red dress that hu
I drove to the company, parking my car in the parking lot. I stepped out of my car when a white Mercedes Benz parked beside my car. I reached for my bag inside my car and took it out, shutting the door behind me, when I noticed someone stepping out of the car. I pressed the lock on my key fob, abou
Teasing me with his tongue until he lowered me to the bed. He leaned over me, gazing down at me with a smirk across his lips. “Shimma, have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?“ He whispered, I smiled, trying so hard to hide my blush, I looked away from him, he brought his hand to my chin, shifti







