Semua Bab His Son, Her Secret: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Max squirmed in Pascha's arms, he’s struggling violently. “Daddy! Let me go, I want to go to Mommy!”Pascha just grunted lazily, his eyes still heavy from just waking up. “You can be with Mommy later. Now, can you be quiet for a while?”Max pursed his lips and immediately punched Pascha's upper arm with his small fist. “No! Mommy is still sick, and you made Mommy sick! It's your fault!”I held back a laugh at Max's seriousness with his 'demands.' Meanwhile, Pascha just let out a long sigh, finally opening his eyes fully. With a relaxed movement, he sat on the bed and turned to me.He looked at me with an assessing expression, and then, without hesitation, his hand reached out and touched my forehead. His fingers were large and warm, contrasting with my slightly hot skin.I remained silent, letting him do that without comment, although a slightly strange feeling crept into my chest.Pascha murmured, “Your fever has dropped.”I gave a small nod. “I feel better.”Meanwhile, Max, who had

Summer in Zürich is much different than in tropical countries. There is no scorching heat that burns the skin, no humid air that makes the body sticky. Instead, a cool breeze blows gently along the city streets, creating the perfect balance between warm and fresh.I smoothed the sleeves of my denim jacket as I walked beside Pascha. We were dressed casually. I was still wearing a white t-shirt wrapped in a denim jacket and paired with jeans and sneakers. Meanwhile, Pascha was also relaxed in a black sweater and jeans, which felt too casual for business. “We're really going to a business meeting like this?” I glanced at him with raised eyebrows.Pascha just shrugged, not seeming to care at all. “I'm lazy.”I narrowed my eyes. “Lazy?”He turned to me, his flat expression slightly lifted by a small grin. “I don't plan on staying long, so why bother?”We finally arrived at a skyscraper with a very familiar logo stamped on the front. I paused momentarily, staring at the writing with a surp

I close my eyes, letting the cool breeze from Lake Zürich brush my face.The air here felt different and fresher than San Francisco's. For a few moments, I let my mind wander.I didn't care what Pascha was doing next to me. It didn't matter if he was looking at me or busy with his thoughts. I just wanted to enjoy the Zürich air cool down all of the things spinning in my head."Do you remember?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur, laced with an unusual calm.I opened my eyes slowly, turning my head towards him. "What?"Pascha stared at the lake, his expression unreadable, but the corners of his lips twitched ever so slightly.“You once said you wanted to leave,” he mused. “Switzerland. Sheep. A simple life. Do you still dream about it?"I was silent, letting his words sink into my head.Then, I smiled a little.Oh. That.I remember that.Pascha and I—still young, still full of dreams and reckless plans—lay on his bed, talking about the future. I laughed, saying how much I wanted to run

A sharp buzz pierced my ears.It was like the sound of the explosion had left residual echoes inside my head, spinning, spinning, until I felt nauseous.Everything was a blur.Chaos erupted around me. people dashing frantically, their voices crashing together in a deafening roar. The noise swelled into an overwhelming cacophony, blurring the line between reality and the storm inside my mind.My ears rang with a sharp, relentless intensity, each piercing note drilling into my bones, sending shockwaves through my skull. The pain throbbed, deep and merciless, unraveling my thoughts in the relentless tide of sound.I wanted to vomit.My hands trembled as I tried to steady myself on the floor, but my body felt too weak.I nearly slipped off the table if Kyara hadn’t pulled me back just in time.Her hands gripped my arms tightly, tighter than usual, her breathing ragged, her eyes huge with fear. I can't remember the last time I saw Kyara like this.I hugged her. Holding her body that was as

The warm water continued to flow, soaking my skin and wrapping my body in warmth that should make me more at ease.But with Pascha still standing behind me, touching me too carefully and slowly, relaxing was the last thing I could think of.His hands were still there, washing my body with movements that took longer than he should have.I bit my lip, holding myself back, but every time his fingers brushed my skin, I could feel a burn sensation creeping up slowly."Pascha," I whispered warningly.He ignored me.Or rather, he enjoys watching me try to restrain myself too much.His hands moved slowly, too slowly, brushing over my skin as if he had all the time in the world to do so. I groaned in annoyance, almost losing control, then pushed his arm away."Get out."He didn't budge.I turned my head, glaring at him sharply, but he grinned instead, his expression full of the arrogance I desperately wanted to destroy."Why?" he murmured, his tone low and seductive."Because I told you to get