The Criminal's Love

Chapter 39

Couple of days passed and Thursday arrived. Walid had been ignoring me all these days. He didn't even look my way neither slept in the same bed as me. Instead, he would come home late and fall asleep on the couch.

I was so sick and tired of both of us repeating the same procedure over and over again. Could we not just put our ego aside and communicate like two adults instead of being angry and ignoring each others existence?

What I had said couple days ago had affected him a lot. I understood he was angry and didn't want to talk to me. I couldn't even tell him to stop ignoring me because that's what I also did all the time. Ignore him as soon as we had a small argument.

Our whole situation felt complicated. I was so confused and didn't even know what to do anymore. I had many things in my mind. I needed to also find out if there was a connection between Walid's mother's and my sister's death.

Taking a deep breath, I left the room early in the morning after getting ready and tried to find a helper.

"Good morning. Can you take me to Asaf's room?" I asked the helper I found in a random hallway.

She quickly nodded and I followed her. She left after leaving me at his door and I didn't hesitate to knock on the door.

The door flung open and Asaf's expression changed when he saw me, like it always did. His eyebrows furrowed, his icy grey eyes squinted before he slammed the door shut on my face again.

Why were all of them so moody?

Having enough, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. He stopped walking away and turned slowly upon hearing me enter his room.

"Do you want to die?" He raised his eyebrows at me.

"You need to grow up and treat me with respect. I have no fault in whatever is going on between you and Walid." I crossed my arms.

"You have some nerve coming into my room mentioning his name! Who do you think you are? Don't forget who you're talking to." He threatened.

He did scare me a bit because I didn't even know him. I had never talked to him before and I didn't know what he was capable of. Not to forget, Walid had warned me not to associate with him but I didn't care. I had some questions and I wanted answers.

"Why do you hate me so much?" I asked the question I always thought about asking when coming face to face with him.

He took a deep breath and ignored me as he went to his dresser and started putting on his watch.

"I asked you a question."

"Get out of here before I make you." He spoke, not even looking at me.

"Do I know you from before? Have we met before?" I asked again, still standing a good distance away from him.

"No." He finally replied.

"The first time we met, when you came to the beach house...you were shocked to see me. Why did you react like that?"

"You looked like Annabelle, I got scared." He shrugged, still not turning to look at me.

I ignored the insult of him calling me a ghost and finally asked the question that had been bugging me for a long time.

"Do I remind you of someone?" My question made him stop moving.

He stood frozen for a moment. "Yes, Annabelle."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Did you know Ansara?"