FOREVER WITH YOU

Chapter 73: Can You Move Aside?

Tasleem nodded happily and lay on the couch. She picked the book on the table and started reading it.

Rayyan returned to work as well, every now and then he will glance at her, making sure she's okay.

Ten minutes passed, he looked at her and realized that she had fallen asleep while reading the book. 

He chuckled and walked out from behind his desk and slowly took the book from her hand and kept it on the table. 

He took his phone and silently took pictures of her sleeping. She looked peaceful and beautiful.

When Tasleem woke up, she reached for her phone on the center table and checked the time. Her eyes widened slightly—it seemed she had slept for far too long.

"You're awake?" a voice said.

She glanced over at him. He was still focused on his work, fingers flying across the keyboard with precision. And he glanced at her, "Yes," she replied softly, picking up her bag and the food flask on the table. "It's late… I should get going." She said,

He stood and walked toward her, his movements calm yet purposeful. "Alright, let's go." Without waiting for her response, he gently took her hand and left.

As they approached the lift, Tasleem glanced at him with hesitation. "I… I left my phone in your office." She said softly.

"Wait here," he said, and in a blur of movement, he was gone.

The lift made a soft ding as it opened, and Tasleem instinctively moved a step back. She waited for the people to pass but there was no movement.

A voice, cold and sharp as ice, cut through the air above her head. "Who are you?" He asked.

It wasn’t just cold—it was bone-chilling, like someone had placed ice directly on her skin and you could feel the cold air attacking you. and it was not a pleasant kind of cold, it was the opposite!

It was as if it was stuck on your skin-- it felt cold to the core.

Tasleem’s gaze dropped to a pair of sleek black leather shoes a mere foot away. The legs above them were long, straight, impossibly well-proportioned. Tall, definitely tall. She finally looked up at that face against the light and her heart stopped.

The man was striking, impossibly handsome, matured but every inch of him radiatingly intimidating. His sharp, calculating eyes glinted under the light, cold and dangerous. His skin was pale, just like Tasleem's, his lips tinged red, and his chiseled features gave off a sense of both elegance and arrogance.

Tasleem’s chest tightened. She felt afraid just by looking at this person. It was as if there was a monster hidden in him. It was intimidating.

All of a sudden, Tasleem's view was blocked and Rayyan's voice could be heard. "Prince Nuab, it's been years since we last saw each other." He said, with a fake smile plastered on his face. Lately, he wasn't lucky, all the annoying pests keep showing up in his company!

The warmth of Rayyan’s voice spread through Tasleem like sunlight cutting through a cold fog. She felt her body become warm and that feeling of being in a choke hold was gradually disappearing. 

Tasleem slowly let out a sigh of relief in her heart. Truth to be told... She relied on Rayyan more than she imagined.

Nuab’s lips parted slightly. "It really has been a while." His gaze, however, didn’t linger on Rayyan; it searched, sharp and dangerous, scanning behind him.

Rayyan shifted, expertly blocking Nuab’s view. "All these years while you were away, there have been fewer funny incidents."

Nuab’s dark eyes followed Rayyan’s movements slowly. "I believe there will be more soon," he said, a trace of arrogance threading through the calm tone.