Semua Bab SOUL TANGLE: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The atmosphere inside the car was thick with tension, yet tinged with an undercurrent of cautious optimism. Ayana sat beside Adam, her hands folded tightly in her lap as she stared out the window, lost in thought. The gentle hum of the engine filled the silence between them, punctuated only by the occasional sigh that escaped Ayana's lips.She could not believe that she was actually in Adam’s car, driving to her humble house. Who would have guessed? The beardown of disbelief was pouring out of her in beads of sweat.Adam glanced over at Ayana, his brow furrowed with concern. He could sense the weight of her worries pressing down on her and the burden of her past threatening to overwhelm her fragile resolve. He wanted nothing more than to ease her pain and offer her the solace she so desperately craved, but he knew that healing was a journey she would have to undertake on her own terms.As they drove slowly through the city streets, Adam spared a glance at Ayana's profile, his heart ac

As Adam continued to plead with Ayana for a chance, pouring his heart out in a bid to win her over, Ayana couldn't help but feel torn. Despite the undeniable connection she felt with Adam, she couldn't shake the lingering doubts and insecurities that lingered in the back of her mind. She had sworn to herself never to let herself get tangled with a man like Adam, someone whose reputation as a womanizer preceded him. And yet, here she was, feeling herself drawn to him in ways she couldn't fully comprehend.As Adam's words washed over her, Ayana felt her resolve waver. She wanted to believe in his sincerity and trust that he was capable of change and growth. But the nagging voice in the back of her mind reminded her of all the women who had fallen for Adam's charms, only to be left heartbroken and disillusioned in his wake.Unable to ignore her doubts any longer, Ayana gathered the courage to voice the question that had been weighing heavily on her mind. "What about all the other women,

Adam nodded, his expression solemn, as he began to speak about his own family dynamics. "Yes, Ayana. Growing up, my relationship with my parents was... complicated, to say the least."Ayana listened intently as Adam shared the painful memories of his upbringing and the distant and strained connection he had with his mother and father. She could sense the lingering wounds of his past, the scars left behind by years of neglect and indifference."My parents were never really present," Adam admitted, his voice tinged with bitterness. "They were always too wrapped up in their own lives, too focused on their careers and social standing, to pay much attention to me. I was more of a trophy than a son, someone they could show off to their friends and colleagues."Ayana's heart went out to Adam as she listened to him speak. She could only imagine how difficult it must have been for him to grow up feeling unseen and unloved by the very people who were supposed to care for him the most."That mus

As Ayana's question lingered in the air, Adam felt a surge of apprehension. He knew he couldn't continue to evade Ayana's inquiries forever and couldn't keep her in the dark about the truth of his life. Yet, revealing the reality of his existence felt like stepping into the unknown, a risk he wasn't sure he was ready to take. "It's... it's complicated," Adam began cautiously, his words measured as he navigated the delicate balance between honesty and secrecy. "I run a company, but it's not something that many people know about. Actually, only I and the person who runs it for me know I am the owner. And now you." Ayana's curiosity was piqued, her aqua eyes fixed on Adam as she leaned in closer, eager for more details. She could sense the hesitation in his voice and the guardedness in his demeanor, and it only fueled her desire to uncover the truth. "A company?" Ayana echoed, her tone laced with intrigue. "I should count myself lucky then, huh?” “You sure should. What kind of company

Adam's laughter seemed to dance in the air, weaving a spell around them as he basked in the warmth of Ayana's presence. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned in closer, his voice a soft whisper that sent shivers down Ayana's spine."You know," he said, his tone low and seductive. "I have a feeling that you'll love what you find at my house. And I'm not just talking about the paintings."Ayana's heart fluttered at the suggestive tone in Adam's voice, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. She couldn't deny the pull she felt toward him—the magnetic attraction that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment."I... I would love to see your house," Ayana admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as she met Adam's gaze with a mixture of longing and desire. "But I can't make any promises."Adam's smile widened, a playful glint in his eyes as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from Ayana's face. His touch sent a jolt of electricity thr