Alle Kapitel von A heart bleeding with love: Kapitel 151 – Kapitel 160

It was past one in the morning. She sat on the large sofa beside the balcony, though the balcony doors were closed because the weather here was rather cold. A large book she had found in one of the drawers rested in her hands. She had decided to read until Murad returned. He had dropped her off, made sure she was all right, and instructed her not to leave the apartment for any reason. Then he had left because he had some work appointments. She hadn't objected. He was here for work in the first place. Did she expect him to abandon his job and sit beside her? Was she a child? She lifted her eyes from the book, focusing specifically on the hands of the clock. She puffed her cheeks in annoyance. It was now one-thirty, and he still hadn't returned. For a moment, she imagined a scene from an old Arabic movie she had once watched. The businessman who stayed late at an external meeting because he was celebrating the completion of some deal at a nightclub surrounded by women...

❈-❈-❈ Half an hour passed while she sat silently, calmly observing everything around her. The atmosphere inside was quiet, completely different from the chaos outside. Just as he had told her, they were sitting in a secluded area, away from all the noise. She hadn't expected it to be this boring. It was painfully boring. What kind of party was this supposed to be? She puffed out her cheeks in annoyance, genuinely regretting spending hours standing in front of the mirror just to look this beautiful beside him in front of everyone. She had actually thought it was a real party. Aside from the fact that she hadn't expected the venue to be a nightclub, she had at least imagined it would be some small gathering limited to a few businessmen who were friends of her husband. But what she was seeing now was completely different. There were heavily built men with stern, serious features stationed everywhere, standing as still as statues. She guessed they were security gua

Radwa had already begun to develop a fear of being alone. Being alone in an unfamiliar place where she didn't know anyone made her heart pound violently, heat rising to her face. She reached into her handbag, searching for her phone. She wanted to call Murad. But she stopped when she remembered that he was outside, surrounded by all the noise. He wouldn't hear his phone. So she decided to go look for him. Or, at the very least, get out of the room and surround herself with people. Even if most of them were drunk. That was still better than staying there with those terrifying human walls. She grabbed her handbag and quickly stood. She walked cautiously, afraid one of them might stop her and prevent her from leaving. Luckily, they had received no instructions to stop her from exiting the room. So they simply let her go. She breathed a sigh of relief and slowly made her way through the long corridor leading to the main hall. The actual party area. She lo

He stopped the car in front of the hotel and parked in its designated space. He cast a quick glance at the disaster sitting in the passenger seat. She was still mumbling incomprehensible words, half-asleep, her eyes closed and her blonde hair scattered messily around her face. In the middle of the night, with the moonlight falling softly over them, she looked beautiful. Alluring. Sweet. There was something undeniably endearing about her. She was different. Everything about her was different. Her childish side made her adorable. He hadn't been wrong when he gave her the nickname “Rapunzel.” It was the nickname closest to his heart. And contrary to what she thought, he hadn't given her that nickname merely because of the resemblance between her long hair and the cartoon character's. That was only the obvious reason. There was another, hidden reason. She truly resembled the world of Disney. That bright, magical world that made a person feel like a happy li

His eyes widened in shock. “Take mine off?” She moved even closer, leaving him to deal with his own shock while she took matters into her hands. Her fingers slipped toward the buttons of his gray shirt after he had already removed his jacket. He tried to stop her. But she insisted, playing with his clothes. “It's hot, Murad. How can you not feel it?” Those tiny hands were committing crimes against his composure with nothing but softness. Someone needed to restrain them before it was too late. “Radwa, go to sleep, sweetheart. You're not even aware of what you're doing! Are you harassing me right now, woman?” She stopped fiddling with his shirt after undoing the first few buttons. But her hand remained resting against his broad chest. She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, blinking several times. Her gaze resembled that of a cat. Then she spoke in a soft, feminine voice. “Why don't you believe me? It's hot, I swear... Fine, I'll take mine off.”