It was midnight when he returned after drinking alcohol. His walk was shaky and his eyes were red. He took off the shirt and threw it on the couch then went to the bathroom while smoking as if she was not present over there. On the other hand, Sara Owen widened her eyes when she saw his scratched back. Was she such wild last night? After taking a shower, when he returned, he looked at her with his dark eyes. How much this woman read! He came to her and sat beside her while leaning back on the couch and placing his legs on the table as if he was tired. Sara Owen’s heartbeats raised slowly but she pretended not to look at him. He kept glaring at the woman for a long time and noticed her red face. After what happened last night, the distance between the two had increased even more. She was neither looking at him nor talking to him. She was neither angry nor sad. She was scared and shy. Seeing her like this was increasing his intoxication. Should he talk about last night? She should be t

The black elegant car was parked in the garage and Yohan Dixon was smoking while sitting in the driver's seat. The dawn was cold and breezy. Sara Owen opened her eyes after a peaceful sleep. Her body was not aching at all. But her blurry vision took a few seconds to be cleaned. She was in the back seat of his black elegant car. She straightened her body and looked at the man who had been sleeping in the driver's seat. She hugged her chest and found his coat on her torso. She got out of the car and got surprised after seeing the cigarette butts all over the floor. She looked at his wrist which was lying on the window while holding a cigarette butt. Did he smoke the whole night? She pulled the cigarette butt from his finger which disturbed his sleep. “Hi.” She smiled hesitantly. Yohan Dixon got out of the car.“How are you?” He placed his palms inside his pockets lazily.“I am fine. You should go and sleep in the bedroom.”He looked at his wristwatch.“Hmm.”As soon as the shutter went

“Sara, I love you.” He spoke again. “Neel, stop it.” “I can say it out loud. Do you want to hear?” “Neel.” She hid her face in her palms and shook her head. No, she did not want to hear that. It fluttered her heart. “Do you want me to say it again? I love you, Sara.” His every word was piercing her heart. It was impossible. She was his uncle’s wife. He should accept this as soon as possible otherwise Yohan Dixon would kill both of them. She was afraid, her husband had already known about them. She raised her head in panic. “Neel…” Before she could explain, her eyes fell on a tall and handsome man behind Neel Dixon. When her eyelids trembled and her gaze shifted, Neel Dixon turned back and looked at the dashing man. Yohan Dixon’s eyes were on his wife whose expressions were null. Yohan Dixon did not take off his sunglasses but scanned every cell of her face. Her cheeks were wet. She was crying. Sara Owen quickly stood up from the chair and held her trembling palms in frustration

“I will kill you.” She was terrified and rushed to cross the road. …Scratch… The car stopped before it could even touch Sara Owen. But she slammed into the bonnet of the car. "Sara..." Gracie and Ryan Jenkins got out of the car. Gracie held Sara Owen’s weak shoulders. Both were astonished to see the woman covered in blood and bruises. Yohan Dixon's wife couldn't be in such a condition. “That… That…” She pointed at the madman while panting. He was about to throw a stone at her when Ryan Jenkins kicked him. “Sara, are you alright?” “No…” Sara Owen buried her sweaty face in Gracie’s chest and sobbed. Ryan Jenkins returned after making that madman unconscious with a slap. He looked at the women with confusion. “What are you looking at? Can’t you see her? Why don’t you call your friend?” Gracie scolded him unhappily. “No… Please don’t call him.” Sara Owen cried. “What the hell? Where is he? We should inform him.” “No… No…” Gracie and Ryan Jenkins exchanged their gaze. “Okay, le

Gracie unlocked the door and entered the living room with surprise. The door was locked which meant Sara Owen hasn’t returned home till now. She put the bag on the couch and called her. When the call couldn’t connect, she recalled that Sara Owen had left her belongings in October Villa. Where the hell the woman must be? The woman had sprained her leg and was unwell. ... Ryan Jenkins poured red wine into the glasses and looked at Yohan Dixon, "You look tired.” Yohan Dixon flicked cigarette ash in the ashtray and held the glass of red wine. “Did you find the stalker?” Ryan Jenkins sipped. “He has gone underground. Nolan will take care of it.” “Who will take care of you?” Yohan Dixon looked at him with his dark gaze. “You expelled your wife out of the villa. Who is going to take care of you?” “Don’t put your nose in my matter.” He glared. “Excuse me. You are a human, not a robot.” Ryan Jenkins frowned and gulped red wine in irritation. He was tired of seeing his ruthless and c