𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓 ◎ 𝐀𝐫𝐭.•°

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Author's pov

Glancing down at their interwining hands, she said, "Thank you very much, it means a lot to me." His lips curved into a genuine smile.

She placed her clutch on the bed and went inside the bathroom to freshen up. She feels a little better now because she believes he will keep his promise and not make her uncomfortable.

Despite the fact that their first meeting was only a few days ago, she believes that he is a good person because She observed everything, he did for her.

Instead of abusing her body, manipulating her emotions, or treating her like a slave, he refrained from doing so.

Unfortunately, her heart was with him rather than with our family, but do they truly have the right to be called a family?

He walked to the balcony after she went to the bathroom and dialled a phone number. After a few seconds, the call was answered.

"Omo, do you still remember that I am alive?" uttered in a dramatic yet gentle feminine voice. "Do not say that," he corrected. "how can I forget you, sweetheart?" he asked, strolling around the balcony with a gentle smile on his face.

"How are you?" he inquired."I am fine and beautiful as always," the female from the other side said, giggling. "That's pretty good." he murmured.

"How is she?" the female voice inquired this time. "She is both fine and not at the same time. She does not communicate with me very often. I have no idea what to do." he admitted, letting everything out.

"listen, stay by her side. Whatever happens. Make her feel at ease around you, invite her to share her problems with you, and assure her that you will work together to solve them. Try to understand her." she adviced.

"All right, I got it. Thank you, sweetheart. Take care and have a good night." he said, ending the call."you too." she replied.

Entering the bedroom, he set his phone down on the nightstand. He was disturbed by a knock on the door and let the other person inside.

The door swung open, revealing a guard holding a file. He bowed to him and said, "boss, here are the papers you asked for." After passing the file to him, he exited the room with a bow.

He opened the file, went through the papers, and laid them on the bed.

She walked into the bedroom with her wet hair, looking absolutely stunning, sat on the chair, plugged in the hair dryer, and began drying her hair without looking at him.

He approached her and took the hair dryer from her grip, and she looked up at him, puzzled, through the mirror. "let me do it." he said, beginning to dry her hair. "But I can handle it," she retorted, attempting to wriggle it away from him. "I want to do it." he whispered in his deep voice.

She did not try again and sat quietly. He is not going to let her win. He was drying her hair while she was lost in her thoughts. After all, she is an over-thinker.

After a short while, he declared, "Done." She attempted to get up, but he grabbed her shoulder and motioned for her to sit, which she did.

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