Everyone is Obsessed With Me (reupload)

Chapter 22

Behind a ceiling-to-floor window, a large shadow lingered for a moment. Dressed all in black from head to toe, as silent as a snake, the figure stood up and left. But they didn't get far. A larger, much quieter shadow pulled them into the bushes, their body large enough to engulf the figure below.

"Y-You..." The shadowy figure whimpered, his body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

"A rat dares try to spy on the young master," Shen snarled, his gray eyes cold. His hands, large and powerful, gripped the intruder by the neck. The callouses caused the skin around his neck to redden. Like a snake encircling its prey, he knows he cannot escape. The man gasped and struggled, the taste of blood flooding his throat like a waterfall. He glanced up at the older man, pleading, and begged with his eyes.

"Please." He groaned, his fingers clawing the muscular arm desperately, leaving long red streaks with his nails.

"Rats like you," Shen smiled coldly, "should be punished."

With that, Shen dragged the man out of the bush and walked straight into the forest. He glanced up at the window once, his eyes a cold shade of gray narrowed slightly.

After Shen vanished leaving no trace behind, tucked away from the commotion, Hanbal laid leisurely in a large bathing pool. The room smells of light vanilla fragrance with a hint of sandalwood lingering int he air. He counted with his fingers, a small book beside him.

"This should be when it starts," he mumbled, hanging on the edge of the pool while kicking his legs slightly.

This should be when Czar met Berenike for the very first time. Due to his innate desire for control, he was immediately attracted to Berenike because, to him, she was like a deer. Something meant to be watched and captured. He watched her for a while with the desire to possess her and ruin her innocence. In a few more days, they will run into each other, and the story will officially start there.

Hanbal reached out to the pen with dry fingers. This book contained all his previous memories as Ye Joon, as well as all the plop points he could remember. It was clear from his constant lapse of memory that he would sooner or later forget his life as Ye Joon and fully embrace the role as Hanbal.

"In three more days..." Hanbal mumbled and tapped the pen against the page.

He knows that even if he wanted to avoid her, one way or another, he would somehow be entangled with them. The thread of fate does not leave exceptions.

If it happened, Hanbal gazed out the window, his eyes dulled slightly. If it happened, he will not do anything. He felt no desire for revenge. He could feel that Hanbal bears no grudge against any of them. Whenever he looked at Berenike, all he could feel was numbness with a slight hint of pity. Revenge would do him no good in any way. His only goal is to escape.

"Ten more days," He noted down. In ten days, Hanbal would be dragged out and tortured. In fifteen days, Czar would 'gift' him to his eldest brother as a farewell gift. This will start his two years of torture until he ultimately killed himself.

"Young master?" Cain's voice came from behind the door. .

"Cain...?"

Cain's voice came closer, as if his hand has already reached the door.

"Lord Rayder has asked for your audience," He spoke.

Hanbal scowled, his heart beat against his chest.

"Coming," he murmured before closing the book with a loud snap. He got up and dried himself before putting on his robe. He glanced around but realized he had forgotten to bring his clothes.