“Who did this to you?” His suddenly asked question could not be understood by her mind for a few seconds. She had not yet emerged from the things that happened a moment ago with her, which her mind could give by thinking. And the last reason was that she did not understand the meaning of his question. With no answer, because she did not understand the question, she looked impatiently and fearfully at him without opening her lips. They were sealed and her brows were knitted together, her heart beating on her naivety that Daud might not do anything bad after seeing her silent. Seeing her confused look at him, Christian raised one of his hands and whose fingers touched her neck very tenderly. The rosy purple mark printed on her neck did not escape his sight, while Hazel tried her best to hide them with makeup. “Hm?” a sudden softness mixed into the rough tone of his questioning. The tips of his fingers touched those marks with tenderness. Her skin was soft and the marks were very deli

“You just have to nod on whatever I say, okay?” She warned Hazel as they were heading downstairs. Hazel just nodded, not saying anything, and did not even realize that Irene was not even looking at her. She was before her, so could not see her nodding her head. Irene stopped abruptly which caused Hazel to stop as well. “What happened?” Hazel asked, her eyes looking at Irene innocently. “You didn’t answer me, girl?” Irene cocked her brow and there Hazel realized her mistake. She did not voice out, and of course, Irene would think that she did not answer her. “Ah.. yeah! I’ll nod.” Hearing the quick response, Irene grinned. “Great!” She chirped again and started going downstairs while Hazel followed her. On the way to Eliseva’s room, she stayed silent. When they came to the doors of her room, they found them closed. Hazel was confused because she knew Eliseva’s habit of keeping her doors open. She never liked to be locked up in her room. But Hazel did not say anything regarding th

She did not expect it to be him. As soon as her fearful eyes saw his face, his lips formed a smirk that had nothing to do with goodness. It was an evil smirk and she was well aware of the intentions hidden behind his smirk and eyes. Her hands, which were resting on her knees as she was sitting on the ground, slid down to the floor as soon as she saw him making his way to her. Just as the hunter moves towards his prey with caution but with amusement, so were those feelings buried in his footsteps. As if her scared self was giving him pleasure. “So you knew about my arrival.” He guessed, looking down at her. She, like a small child, shrunk back in her place but his motive was to stare into her bloodshot eyes. And looking into those eyes, he could guess that the news of his arrival was the reason behind her shedding tears. He stopped right in front of her, standing there.Her shoulders were pointed up in alert and he could see her collarbones, which were peeking through the front dee

“And you didn’t bother to greet me, why?” Moving slowly in surprise, her mind then went into a sea of ​​fear. She just wanted to get out of there without letting him even realize it, but he saw her at that very moment, smirking immediately. All her hard work was in vain. And the reason for her secretly leaving there was that she was afraid of him. But what would she tell him for now? That she was afraid of him? If she gave such an answer, what else would he do to her next? “Tell me, Hazel, you know that I don’t like to repeat the same thing over and over, don’t you?” With that slightly quivering form, she looked up at him. Answering him was important. “I-I was scared of y-you,” she bowed her head as she answered him. She was hoping that he would not get angry with her. However, it was not her responsibility to take care of his temper, nor was her purpose to entertain him, she only wanted to save herself. “Not good to hear,” he said with amusement which she felt in his tone. “Look a

Ordering her to come out of the car, he also came out and looked at her. His eyes squinted when he noticed her standing right there before she opened the door again. Pulling out her white dupatta which was stuck when the door closed, she settled it on her head before approaching him while looking around. As his amber eyes silently stared at her, his heart could not help but react vigorously to her small and simple actions. He never knew that a simple activity like putting a white cloth on head would look this ethereal. He breathed slowly, averting his gaze from her, not wishing to feel what he already felt. When she found the huge empty ground around them, on which only some officers were standing, she frowned. Her eyes even stopped at a huge white personal jet that stood in front of her, but only questions swirled around her head. She eyed him. He looked silent but deadly serious. She did not know how to push herself to ask him. His strong and authoritative aura already choked her