جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 70

Aidan stormed out of the small cottage on the hill without even bothering to wear a jacket despite the freezing night air clawing against his skin. The cold wind swept violently across the hills, but it was nothing compared to the burning irritation spreading throughout his entire body.He was absolutely furious and unbearably itchy. His neck, shoulders, and arms were already covered in angry red rashes that continued spreading little by little beneath his skin. The more he scratched, the worse it became, but he could not stop himself. It felt as though thousands of invisible ants were crawling all over his body, biting him mercilessly.“Damn it!” Aidan cursed under his breath as he roughly scratched his neck again.His patience, which had already been thin because of Malikha, finally snapped completely. With heavy footsteps, he climbed into his Jeep and slammed the door shut before starting the engine aggressively. Gravel scattered beneath the tires

Without saying another word, Aidan turned around and left Malikha alone in the room, the door still left wide open behind him. He walked away just like that, abandoning her in silence while she stood there unable to speak, only beginning to breathe normally again several moments later. Slowly, Malikha lowered herself onto the cold floor of the wine storage room. In that place, with her hands trembling violently, she buried every hope and every piece of love she still had for Aidan.She could no longer hold back her tears. Alone with the foolishness of her own feelings, Malikha cried quietly, desperately trying to calm herself enough to move again. Her legs had gone numb, refusing to cooperate no matter how hard she tried—nearly thirty minutes passed before she finally gathered enough strength to stand and walk out of the room by herself. Even then, she dragged her feet weakly, her empty gaze fixed ahead while her steps felt lifeless.Several hours later, Aidan was calmly enjoying dinn

Malikha became even more adorable when she climbed onto the large bed and crawled toward the opposite side while Aidan stood there, preparing to sleep. Then she slowly lifted her head and straightened herself onto her knees until they were finally face to face.“Let… me go…” Malikha said, half-slurring her words in a spoiled tone.“No… I won’t,” Aidan answered immediately without hesitation.Malikha puffed out her lips adorably before boldly grabbing the front of Aidan’s shirt, pulling him closer to her. Aidan smirked faintly as he watched Malikha act as though she was deliberately tempting him.“I said, let me go… why do you keep torturing me?” Malikha murmured, still whining even though she barely realized what she was doing. Aidan’s smirk deepened. Both of his hands slowly moved to her waist, holding her gently. His gaze dropped toward the soft curve of Malikha’s chest that became slightly visible from the position they were in.“Every action deserves consequences… Babydoll,” Aidan

The first time getting drunk had caused Malikha to forget most of what had happened the night before. She could barely remember anything she had done while intoxicated. Only brief flashes and scattered memories crossed her mind. She knew Aidan had been the one who picked her up. She also remembered him carrying her into the villa, but after that, everything became a blur.Waking up in the same bed as Aidan early that morning had left Malikha stunned and flushed with embarrassment. But the moment Aidan opened his eyes, reality struck her once again. Aidan was merely an illusion she desperately wanted to have.Now Malikha stood in front of the large mirror above the luxurious sink inside Aidan Caesar’s bathroom. She remained frozen for several moments until she finally remembered why she had decided to drink last night.Aidan’s words and expression when he told her he hated her inside the wine storage room had carved themselves deeply into her heart. Her eyes wandered around the elegant

Malikha continued walking toward the villa on foot. Moving as quietly as possible, she kept glancing in every direction to make sure no one was following her. The moment she entered the villa, she immediately ran toward the bedroom.She had prepared her escape carefully.With her passport and a map leading to Charles de Gaulle Airport safely tucked away, Malikha was ready to begin her journey back to the United States. But this time, she had no intention of returning to New York. If necessary, she would find another city to live in.“Living on the streets is still better than staying with Aidan,” Malikha muttered while pulling on her boots.She wrapped herself in a scarf, a knitted hat, a cardigan, and a thick coat before quietly sneaking out of the room with one of her suitcases.To her surprise, escaping turned out to be easier than she had expected. All she needed was to get out of the vineyard, reach the main road, and hitch a ride