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CHAPTER 7.

Adnan's P.O.V

" If you won't stop crying I'll fill up this sweet mouth of yours with my hard dick. Cupcake. " I threatened, and like always she got scared. My lungs expanded with pride and a smirk droned to my face.

She was crying silently but after my threat, those eyes- full of innocence- were only wet but had stopped pouring the salty water.

I deep and irritating sigh skips through my nose. I really wanted to hold her and caress her head, telling her to stop getting anxious.

It's over now.

She can rely on me.

The hard part of her life is gone now, I'm her future and her family. She can toss those unworthy people out of her life. I'm all she needs and wants.

But another part of me was annoyed with her, how dare she call that name? Eden. It was a past. She needs to understand. He's gone. I'm here for her and she doesn't need a weak pathetic and emotional jerk.

It was twenty minute ride to my house- which was dark and empty. I drove at medium speed, it was a valley so I can't risk her life. Because of her stupidity, she already got a small hit on her forehead.

I peek and stare at her and my heart skips a beat. She was indeed a rare beauty. She falls asleep. Maybe it was an illusion but I felt myself smiling. Adnan and smiling just staring at her. I chuckled staring forth but a few minutes later my eyes made their way in her direction.

My soft expression turn into finely chiseled lines on my face. I let out a huff first staring at the checking sessions. I stopped my car at the side first and wrapped my beautiful angel. Her hijab was already covering her modesty but still, I wanted to make sure. It's not like I eyed her chest the first time but it always feels like the first time.

She was like a drug to me.

A drug, I can't resist.

I started my car again and drove forth until I reach the crossing line and warning banners. I glared at the cop who was on duty, he gesture for me to slide my window down. I narrowed my eyes but slide it down, anyway.

" Extremely sorry for being a thorn in your way, Sir. " He bend forth to take a took into the car. I counted, to three. If he stares at her for more than three seconds. He was going to be dead. But he backed off on the two counts.

GOOD!

" Can I see your driving license? " He asked standing straight. Rays of the sun fall on his face as he had take off his cap, his features were highlighted with the glinting aura. I read the tag of his name, Kristofer James.

I swift my driving license between my two fingers, he seems irritated but not my matter. I was more nice than necessary anyway. If I wouldn't be in good mood I would have driven over his dead body a long time ago.

He checked it twice and handed me back, again his eyes went toward my Cupcake. At the time the crossing opened and the banner had been moved aside for my way.

" Mind if I ask? Who's she? " I smirked, staring at my car but whispered before driving. " My wife. "

Sun rays were peeking behind the cloud, damnit. Just in front of my fucking face. I couldn't even close my eyes shut, cursing the sun rising above my head my eyes turned to her side. She was still very much in deep sleep. Maybe the past trauma had made her mind freeze. She was under stress already but now that fucking b**tard landlord.

I'll kill him.

I again looked at her small face, looking even small as the layer of hijab covered her face cutely. I raised my hand and caressed her head, a small hum left her mouth. How long it has been since she received any comfort?