CHAPTER 4

I never questioned his decision. But I loved our house. My throat closed up when he said we were moving. He hadn't stayed in one place permanently, except in Mexico and Hyderabad.

Assassin opened the door for me. I stepped out anxiously. It was his parents' house. For the last ten minutes, I was watching grass ground, trees, guards with guns, and most eyes catching a white villa in the center of it. A fountain in front of it. I could see the blue water around it shining proudly from a distance.

"Thank you, but I can do it," I said to him with a smile.

He nodded and stepped back.

"Ready," Duante asked quietly as he extended his hand after climbing down from the driver seat.

I took his hand excitedly and curled my second hand around his arm. I was hoping it would be our permanent residence. He had business all over the world. Duante didn't leave me alone. With it, it seemed impossible.

His fist clenched and unclenched. He must have a lot of m