Even though he didn't force her to tell him. But that sentence managed to provoke Dea to say what happened after marriage. The psychiatrist is a good listener to his patients."So that's it, sir," Dea ended after telling everything that happened to her.“Fine, I understand. But while interacting with Aiden, as your husband. What happened psychosomatic?”Dea shook her head, her psychological condition was fine when she was with Aiden. Even though they often fight, they don't cause physical disturbances because of their psychological condition.“Psychosomatics only happened when I was in the hospital and rescued victims were trapped in an apartment. So far I can't remember anything that happened before the accident. However, when I heard the perpetrator's voice, my head ached and my ears rang. It feels like going back in time,” she lamented."Okay, I understand, for now, please consume some of the following medicine." The psychiatrist handed Dea a piece of paper. "All medicines are stil

The phone call continued to go unanswered. Dea even had to call Mr. Bad twice. On the third attempt, she finally heard the annoying man's voice. Dea sighed with relief."Hey, Sweetie, what's up?" Bad asked in a gentle tone. The question grated on Dea's ears. She found the sweet voice utterly repulsive."Do you know about the Lotus group?" Dea asked, getting straight to the point."I do. Why?" replied Bad."Are you a member of them?""Of course... not, Honey." Bad's response hung in the air, irritating Dea. "Is there something with that group? Are they bothering you?" Bad continued, curious.Dea rolled her eyes, "Didn't you say you were supposed to keep me safe? How come you don't know about this?!" she said with irritation."Sorry. I haven't kept my promise; there have been many things I had to deal with lately.""Bullshit!""I'm serious, after this, I'll protect you seriously. I won't make the same mistake again," Mr. Bad pleaded with a hoarse voice, struggling to express the guilt h

The atmosphere grew tense as Toni drove the car at high speed. His sharp gaze seemed to cut through the bustling city streets filled with motor vehicles. Dea, sitting in the passenger seat, could only remain silent, even though her mind was filled with question marks."Why does he look so tense?" Dea wondered about her driver's condition. However, she didn't voice the question, fearing it might disturb the driver's concentration.Meanwhile, Toni swerved the steering wheel left and right repeatedly. When Dea looked in the rearview mirror, she realized that their car was being pursued by two motorcycles. The two riders were dressed in black suits and leather jackets. Their intensity was evident from their aura. Realizing this, Dea could only take a deep breath and relax her body as much as possible to avoid tension. She was already happy enough to spend time with Mr. Hando. She didn't want to ruin her mood over unclear issues like this.While enjoying the moment, suddenly Dea's body jer

Aiden looked at her with a meaningful expression, leaving Dea, who had just stepped out of the room, surprised. It was the first time she had seen such a unique expression on his face. Reflecting on her time spent with Aiden, she realized that they had very little interaction. Out of the many hours they had spent in this grand and modern residence, Dea had mostly interacted with Toni.Confused by the sudden change, she chose to leave Aiden. He was still frozen, gazing at her strangely."Why is he acting like that?" she murmured, curious, while in the elevator. She even continued wondering after the elevator doors closed, shaking her head to dismiss any odd assumptions about Aiden. She headed to the dining table."It's better to focus on my food. That's more useful than pondering Aiden's strange behavior. He's acting like a madman," she muttered as she impatiently walked. An array of delicious food was already set up and ready to be devoured."Good evening, Madam," Asih greeted upon se

Zain quickly carried out the task given by Hando. He never resisted anything instructed by the middle-aged man. With trembling hands, he placed the typewriter and the stamp requested by Hando on the table. His fingers started typing a few letters quickly on the paper, and Zain watched with a racing heart. Meanwhile, Dea seemed indifferent, not wanting to interfere in the affairs of the two men. Even Toni chose to leave the room as he felt this wasn't his domain."Dear, put your thumb in the ink pad there. Then press it here," Hando instructed, a smile on his face as he observed his work.Dea raised an eyebrow, "Why, Dad?""Just do it. Dad will tell you. This isn't a crime, just a small gift from me," Hando reassured. He understood his daughter's uneasiness. She glanced at Zain for a moment, sighing quietly, as the man didn't dare to meet her gaze. Eventually, she did as her father instructed, pressing her thumb on the paper that contained a collection of words."Good," Hando expressed