Book 2 ❗️❗️❗️Before baca story ni, you guys kena baca Mi Esposa dulu sebab cerita diorang berkait, supaya tak timbul salah faham❗️❗️❗️ Ramai yang tak baca book 1 then keliru dengan watak Rank 1 #Romance Rank 1 #Loyal Rank 1 #Askar Rank 1 #Komando Thariq Ridzuwan jejaka tinggi lampai yang berumur 25 tahun merupakan salah seorang tentera di bawah unit Grup Gerak Khas yang berpangkat Leftenan. Diatas usaha dan kegigihannya, dia berjaya melepasi semua latihan dan kursus kerjaya yang mempertaruhkan nyawa sehingga dia dinaikkan pangkat dalam beberapa tahun sahaja selepas rekrut. Dalam diam, namanya sering disebut didalam doa seseorang. Husniya Radwa seorang gadis yang dingin, kasar dan suka memberontak. Sifat dingin yang dipamerkan hanyalah untuk menutupi luka dihati. Perilaku kasar itu bukanlah untuk kesenangan melainkan agar dirinya tidak mudah dipermainkan. Zaman kanak-kanaknya tidak seindah anak-anak yang lain menyebabkan dia membesar menjadi seorang yang keras kepala. Thariq Ridzuwan-"A soldier doesn't fight because he hates what's infront of him, he fight because he loves what he left behind" Husniya Radwa-"Loyal because I appreciate you, not because I need you" She is talkactive, He is calm She is childish, He is mature She is careless, He is responsible She is sensitive, He is strong Hence, they proved "Opposite Attracts" They empower each other.

"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)