𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷

Chapter-7

*•.¸♡ AUTHOR'S POV ♡¸.•*

Myra's eyes widened in shock as she caught sight of Diego on her balcony. In a daze, she could only stare at him, her mind struggling to process his unexpected presence. Before she could react, Diego took a step forward, prompting Myra to instinctively slam the door shut, inadvertently bumping it against his face.

Diego winced slightly and closed his eyes, rubbing the spot where the door had made contact, though he felt no actual pain. On the other side of the door, Myra stood, her heart racing as she tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions and events that had transpired within a matter of seconds.

"Little moon, open the door," Diego's voice pleaded from the other side, but Myra held the doorknob tightly, refusing to give in to her conflicted feelings. The fact that Diego had found his way into her room, invading her privacy like this, was unfathomable to her.

"What are you doing here, Diego?" Myra asked, her voice tinged with panic. The mere thought of someone intruding into her personal space filled her with a sense of impending danger.

"I want to take you somewhere. Open the door," Diego reiterated, surprising her with his persistence. He attempted to turn the doorknob, but Myra clung to it, refusing to let go.

"Diego, I already said no to that. How can you expect me to come right now? It's just not possible. Leave, please," Myra implored, desperately trying to reason with him. She reminded him of the condition she had set when their relationship began, hoping he would remember and respect it.

With a determined resolve, Diego exerted a bit more force and managed to push the door open, causing Myra to stagger backwards, narrowly avoiding a fall. He stepped into the room, positioning himself near the entrance.

"Come with me, little moon," Diego insisted, his voice filled with both urgency and longing. But Myra shook her head adamantly, refusing to yield.

"Diego, you remember our condition, don't you? Please, just leave," Myra pleaded once more, hoping that her words would finally get through to him. The condition she had set had been clear from the start, and she needed him to understand that.

Diego let out a sigh, realizing that he needed to find an alternative way to take Myra to the place he had in mind. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on a particular item—the long, warm sweater resting on the side table. A glimmer of an idea sparked in his mind.

"Just for a few hours, little moon," Diego stated, striding purposefully toward the side table to retrieve the sweater. Myra's pleas filled the room once more, her voice laced with concern and apprehension.

"Diego, someone will see you. Please, just leave," Myra pleaded, hoping he would reconsider. However, Diego paid no heed to her words. He draped the sweater around her shoulders, leaving her puzzled and unsure of his intentions.

"What are you—" Myra's question was cut short when Diego swiftly scooped her up into his arms. Clutching the collar of his jacket, she stared at him with wide, shocked eyes, feeling utterly embarrassed by the sudden turn of events.

"Put me down, Diego. What on earth are you doing?" Myra struggled against his firm grip, but her efforts were futile. His tall, sturdy frame prevented any escape attempts she made.

"Just a few hours, that's all. Now, close your eyes," Diego instructed, making his way toward the balcony. Myra's confusion and panic grew as he carried her, her mind racing to comprehend his actions.

"Why?" Myra managed to ask, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and fear. Diego's response came through his actions as he effortlessly leapt over the balcony railing, taking them both down to the ground below.