บททั้งหมดของ She, His Enigma: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

With the annoying sound of his cellphone Iden tossed aside the duvet and sat on the edge of his bed. Raking his hand through his dark black hair, he turned slightly to see a woman sleeping naked. He frowned slightly and pursed his lips.Last night, even after taking a cold bath, he could not get the women hunting out of his mind. He could not stop thinking about her purple eyes. He ended up drinking at the bar and bringing the woman to one of his hotels' suites. The woman approached him and told him her name, which he could not recall now. She introduced herself as a supermodel or actress, but he did not remember and did not care; all he remembered was thrusting her hard, thinking of a certain purple-eyed girl.He still had no idea who the girl was. Where did she come from? She appears to be insane, as no sane man would jump in front of a speeding car to save an errant dog. He stopped himself from sending his people to drag her into his office, fuck her hard, and then throw her out of

"Good morning, Miss. Here's your black coffee without sugar." "Thanks, Martha," Ellaya said, taking a sip from her coffee. She moved out of the kitchen, holding a coffee in one hand and a book in the other, her full attention on her book. It was her habit to read her favorite novels with a cup of coffee. She loved to read romance novels and was adamant that fairytales come true, love is real, and one day she would meet her prince just like all those girls in books. The ceramic mug radiated warmth against her trembling hands as she cradled it. The dark liquid swirled with each step she took, its faint aroma rising to meet her nose. In her other hand, a book rested slightly askew, her fingers gripping its spine a little too tightly. Her eyes skimmed over the printed words. The quiet creak of her steps dissolved into a sudden cacophony of muffled sounds. She halted mid-stride, her heart quickening at the sharp contrast. A high-pitched cry, followed by a low, guttural grunt, spilled

“Ellaya…” His voice jarred her out of her reverie. She let go of his hand quickly, as if his touch had burned her, her cheeks flushing faintly with embarrassment. She forced a smile, pushing through the strange haze that had settled over her. “So, is he your boyfriend? The one you’re always talking about?” she teased, her tone intentionally light, masking the unease creeping at the edges of her mind. Iden’s gaze flickered to Annabell, his eyebrow arching with quiet amusement. Annabell’s blush deepened, her fingers curling slightly as if to brace herself. “He’s just a close friend,” she answered, her voice hesitating. “Oh,” Ellaya replied, keeping her expression neutral. She glanced at Iden. He winked—bold, sharp, and uninvited. Irritation rippled through her chest. She grimaced, her lips pressing into a thin line as the muscles in her jaw tightened. He leaned in, bowing slightly toward her ear, his voice dropping low enough to make her skin prickle. “See? I’m still available. You

"Please tell me this isn't your first kiss," he said, a teasing smile playing on his lips. Her eyes widened, and heat rush to her cheeks, the warmth creeping up like quicksilver. She stared at him, bewilderment etched across her face, her lips parting slightly as if to form a response, but no words came. “It… it is,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. The confession hung in the air, thick with vulnerability. Her arms instinctively crossed over her chest, as though shielding herself from his piercing gaze. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her body tense, her fingers curling into the fabric of her sleeves. He raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering in his expression, but there was also something else—an unspoken challenge that made her heart race. She glanced away, unable to hold his intense stare, feeling exposed, as though he could see right through her carefully constructed facade. “Really?” He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin, the

“This coffee’s not as sweet as them,” he said with a low, smoky voice that wrapped around her like velvet soaked in danger. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth—cocky, constant, infuriating. Ellaya met his gaze, those dark eyes gleaming with something she didn’t want to name. Her chest tightened. “Has anyone ever told you…” she started, her fingers tightening around her cup. “Told me what?” he tilted his head, the smirk deepening. “That you’re a jerk,” she said, jaw tight, heat rising under her skin. He laughed softly. “No. Just you.” She stood so abruptly her chair scraped the floor. “Thanks, Mr. Devid. Good to meet you.” Her heels clicked like gunshots on tile as she stormed away, fury knotting in her stomach. If she stayed one second longer, she’d slap the smirk off his face—paparazzi be damned. “Ellaya, wait!” Iden was already up, his chair clattering behind him. “Let me drop you.” She didn’t even look at him. “Thanks, but no. I own a car.” Her hand reached for the d