After returning from the park, Hoor kept thinking about the conversation between her and Ema. It was easy for Ema to say that Hoor should leave Aahil…
But for Hoor, even thinking about it was unbearable. Aahil was the first man in her life whom she had loved beyond limits. It was the magic of those sacred vows—the words of their Nikah. Hearing about Aahil's marriage had shattered her, but with time and the help of her faith, she had gathered herself again. She had made the decision to live with Aahil, driven by the force of her heart. She didn't know what the future held for their relationship, but she was aware that another woman had already taken her place in Aahil's life—and that he even had a son with her.
Would she ever be able to give that child a mother's love? Knowing that his mother had replaced her… or would she, like ordinary women, seek revenge?
Lost in these thoughts, her eyes fell on the dressing table mirror in front of her. She stared at her reflection in surprise, running her fingers over her face.
She didn't realize when her eyes had filled with tears, spilling silently down her cheeks.
She rushed to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. When she came back, her gaze landed on the clock.
She still had to go to the center, and she was already running late. Quickly, she grabbed her hijab and left. There wasn't even time to eat. Since the wedding preparations had begun, Rukhsar Begum had been busy shopping, and Ali had taken advantage of that, running off to play.
She sent Ali a message about her departure and stepped outside. She was so lost in her thoughts that she started walking faster, unaware of her surroundings.
By the time she realized it, it was too late—a black car was heading straight for her, and the distance between them was too short.
Hanan, who had just left a meeting with Jaafar Sahib and was on his way back, was driving at a high speed. As he turned, he suddenly saw a girl, her head lowered, walking right into the path of his car.
He honked twice—no reaction.
He honked a third time—nothing.
On the fourth honk, she finally looked up.
Hanan's eyes widened in shock.
"Hoor…?"
He tried his best to stop the car, but even as it came to a halt, it had already hit her.
"Oh, shit..."
Unbuckling his seatbelt, Hanan rushed out and knelt beside her.
"Hoor!" He gently tapped her cheeks, but she was unconscious, lying motionless on the ground.
A small crowd began to gather around them.
Hanan felt frustrated with the situation. He knew how much Hoor meant to Ema. If anything happened to her, Ema would never forgive him.
He checked her pulse—weak, but steady. There were no visible injuries, which brought him some relief. Without wasting another moment, he picked Hoor up in his arms and placed her in the back seat before speeding toward the hospital.
"There's nothing serious," the doctor assured him after the check-up. "She hasn't eaten, and the shock affected her, but she's otherwise fine."
Hanan exhaled in relief.
"When will she regain consciousness?" he asked.
"Within a short while," the doctor replied professionally before walking away.
After the doctor left, Hanan used Hoor's phone to inform her family. Then, he decided to wait.
"Brother Hanan?"
A breathless Ali appeared at the hospital. He had met Hanan once or twice before, so recognizing him wasn't difficult.
"How is my sister?" he asked anxiously, shaking Hanan's arm.
At that moment, the mischievous boy looked anything but playful.
"She's fine. She'll wake up soon, and you can take her home," Hanan reassured him. "I've already paid the bill. I should get going now."
Leaving Ali behind, he walked away.
Ali, meanwhile, hurried to the room where Hoor was resting.
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Ema checked John's schedule for the day once again in her small diary.
She was getting bored now—there wasn't much for her to do while John was busy explaining camera angles to the crew.
Pulling out her phone, she dialed Hoor's number.
She was eager to share what had happened today.
The call rang a few times.
"Hoor! You won't believe what Sir did today—"
Before she could finish, a deep voice interrupted.
"How dare he do that?"
Ema froze. That was not Hoor's voice.
Hanan had answered the call. He had accidentally taken Hoor's phone with him and had intended to return it. But before he could inform Ema, she had started talking, and what she said had left him furious.
"Hanan?!"
Ema was stunned to hear his voice instead of Hoor's.
"I—"
Before Hanan could say more, someone snatched the phone from Ema's hand and held it to their ear.
Ema turned around, confused, only to see John standing there, his expression eerily calm, gripping the phone tightly.
"Ema, I told you to leave this job," Hanan's voice carried urgency and frustration. "That man is dangerous. I told you about his murder case—"
John listened silently, his face unreadable, as Hanan continued to insult him.
"Are you done?" John finally spoke in a cold, controlled tone.
"Where is Ema? Why do you have her phone?" Hanan demanded, his frustration peaking.
John said nothing.
Instead, he smirked at the anxious tremor in Hanan's voice, finding amusement in his desperation.
"Damn it! Where is Ema? What have you done to her? If you dare to lay even a finger on her, I swear, I won't let you live—"
"I'm not afraid of death," John interrupted, his voice as chilling as ever. "So do whatever you want. And don't worry… my third murder will be something you'll really enjoy."
His taunting words sent a shiver down Hanan's spine.
"You won't do anything!" Hanan growled, but his slight falter didn't go unnoticed by John.
"You'll see," John replied smoothly.
Then, without another word, he ended the call.
A strange calm settled over him.
He turned toward Ema, who was staring at him, eyes wide in shock.
Her face had turned pale, her lips trembling. Her entire body was slightly shaking.
She had only caught fragments of the conversation, but one word kept echoing in her mind—
Murder.
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"You won't do anything like that…" Hanan warned, but the slight tremor in his voice did not go unnoticed by Jan.
"You'll see when I do…" Jan replied and ended the call. He felt a wave of calm settle over him.
He looked at Emma, whose face had turned pale. She was staring at him with wide eyes, her lips turning blue, and her body shivering slightly. Whether it was from the cold or fear, he couldn't tell.
Observing her closely, Jan unzipped his jacket. Emma, sensing his attention, quickly looked around. She had always been bold, always confident among guys, giving sharp comebacks to anyone who dared to challenge her. Yet, around Jan, she didn't know why, but she felt different.
Jan watched her avoid his gaze with great interest, then draped his black leather jacket over her shoulders.
Emma flinched when he moved closer but then, catching the familiar scent of Caron Poivre, she straightened up. Realizing she was now wearing his jacket, she looked at him in shock. (What was this man? She couldn't understand him at all.)
"Why are you staring at me like that? Do I look too handsome?" Jan teased, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, which kept blowing across her face in the wind.
Emma was instantly reminded of their first meeting—he had said something similar back then too. She quickly shifted her gaze away. For some reason, she felt her cheeks heating under his intense gaze.
"You're not saying anything today?" Jan crossed his arms, standing in front of her while the others were busy packing up.
Emma didn't notice, but Jan had already slipped her phone into his pocket.
"Well, well… hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Derek walked up to them, now changed into fresh clothes, his tone theatrical.
"You only interrupt things by existing," Jan finally turned his attention away from Emma to Derek.
Emma sighed in relief and took the opportunity to slip away.
"So, what's the deal, man? You were staring at her like she was the only person in the world," Derek teased.
"And what do you want me to do? Stare at you instead?" Jan raised an eyebrow at him.
"I wouldn't mind. You can look at me, and I'll keep an eye on Emma on your behalf," Derek smirked.
"Derek…" Jan shot him a warning glare.
"Oh, come on, just admit it already!" Derek huffed, crossing his arms.
Before Jan could respond, a phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket, expecting Hanan's call again. But when he saw Mom Calling on the screen, a frown creased his forehead.
Answering the call, he listened for a few seconds before his expression changed. Derek noticed his sudden shift.
"What happened?"
"I'll tell you later. For now, get Emma. I'll be waiting in the car," Jan said briskly and walked off.
A little while later, Emma was seated beside Jan in the car. He was driving so fast that she gripped the seat, fearing they might crash.
"Sir, why are we here?" Emma asked in confusion as Jan pulled up in front of a hospital.
He didn't respond, simply gestured for her to get out and then took her hand, leading her inside.
Emma's heart clenched uncomfortably. She had always found hospitals terrifying after her dad's death.
"Oh, Emma! Thank God you're here!" Mrs. Wise, their neighbor, rushed toward her as soon as they entered.
"What happened? Is everything okay?" Emma asked, pushing aside her dreadful thoughts.
"Your mom wasn't feeling well. I saw her collapse outside my house through the window. She was about to go somewhere, but I brought her here," Mrs. Wise explained.
Emma felt her legs weaken. If Jan hadn't been holding her hand, she might have fallen.
"Where is she now?" Jan steadied Emma and then turned to the woman, who was looking at him with admiration. He was used to such looks.
"Come with me," Mrs. Wise said, leading them into a room where Isabella lay.
"M-Mom…" Emma whispered as she saw her mother lying there, breathing through a machine.
Hearing Emma's voice, Isabella opened her eyes and gestured for her to come closer.
Jan quietly slipped away, but Emma didn't notice—her entire focus was on her mother.
She rushed to her bedside, took Isabella's hand in hers, and kissed it.
"Mom, everything will be okay," she said, placing a reassuring hand on her mother's forehead, though a sinking feeling in her heart told her otherwise.
"Emma…" Isabella removed the oxygen mask, struggling to speak.
Emma tried to stop her, but Isabella waved her hand, refusing.
At that moment, someone opened the door and walked in, but Emma was too focused on her mother to notice.
"Emma… find Peter… take care of him… you two… must be there for each other…" Isabella spoke with great difficulty.
Tears welled up in Emma's eyes as she shook her head. "Mom, we'll find Peter together. You're going to be fine!" she said, gripping her mother's hand tightly, as if afraid she might slip away any second.
"Promise me… you'll take care of yourself… and Peter…"
"I promise, Mom," Emma whispered.
A faint smile of relief appeared on Isabella's face. Just then, doctors and nurses entered, taking Isabella towards the ICU.
Emma hadn't noticed, but Jan had been the one who had walked in earlier.
After a while, Jan sat Emma down in a chair outside the ICU and placed a sandwich in front of her.
"No…" Emma shook her head, tears still streaming down her face.
"Eat. Or I'll make you," Jan's voice turned firm, knowing she wouldn't survive without food.
Reluctantly, Emma took the sandwich and started taking small bites…
Jan relaxed upon seeing her eat and sat down on the bench beside her. Listening to Emma and Isabella talk reminded him of his mom. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. A scene from the past started playing in his mind…
"Jahan, be a good boy and stay here while I go get you some ice cream," Eva said, ruffling his hair affectionately.
"But Mom, I want to come too," little Jan pouted.
"Then who will stay with Doll?" Eva tried to reason with him again.
"Doll will come with us," Jan hesitated before presenting a solution.
"You stay right here. I'll be back soon," Eva said more firmly this time.
"I don't like you," he declared.
Eva sighed. "Just stay here and take care of Doll. I'll be right back."
With that, she walked ahead. Across the road was the shop where she intended to buy ice cream. The place was crowded, which was why she didn't want to take him along.
As soon as Eva left, Jan looked at his baby sister, lying in her stroller, waving her tiny hands playfully. He pushed the stroller forward and started following his mother.
The traffic light was still red, and cars were rushing by at high speed when suddenly, someone pushed Eva from behind. She stumbled forward and was hit by a speeding car.
She fell, and immediately, blood started seeping from her head and nose, spreading across the road.
Jan stared at his hands in disbelief—the same hands that had pushed his mother moments ago.
"Jan… Jan…"
Someone was shaking his shoulder.
"Huh?" Jan opened his eyes to see Derrick leaning over him, gently shaking him awake.
"When did you get here?" Jan rubbed his face.
"As soon as you called me. I brought Olivia with me too," Derrick said, sitting down beside him.
Jan turned his head and saw Olivia sitting with Emma. Emma looked a bit better than before.
"What are the doctors saying?"
"There's a 10% chance of survival… and even then, there's a risk of memory loss," Jan said in an emotionless tone.
"Oh…"
"I'll be right back," Emma suddenly got up.
"Where are you going?" Olivia asked, worried by her abrupt movement.
"Washroom," Emma replied before walking away.
In reality, she wasn't heading to the bathroom—she was looking for a way to find out about fees
When she inquired at the reception about the bill, she was told that it had already been paid.
"Who paid it?" Emma asked in confusion.
"The handsome guy with you," the receptionist replied.
Emma had no idea that Jan had paid the bill. Out of curiosity, she asked about the amount, and when she heard the figure, her mind went blank.
She had intended to return the money to Jan, but the amount was so large that even if she spent years saving up, she wouldn't be able to gather that much.
It was a private hospital.
She returned in a daze, only to find the doctor stepping out of the operation theater. The red light was off, indicating that the surgery had been completed.
The three men stood in silence, listening to the doctor with regretful expressions, wondering how they would break the news to Emma.
But they didn't have to.
A crashing sound made them turn sharply—Emma had collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.
It seemed that she had hit her head against a chair as she fell, and blood was now seeping from her head.
Jan stared at her with wide, frozen eyes. For a moment, it felt just like before…
Like Eva all over again.
No.
He couldn't think beyond that.
The doctors rushed Emma inside, while Jan remained standing, his gaze still fixed on the spot where she had fallen.
Now, all that was left there was blood.
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Aahil had left in the morning and only returned late at night.
His entire day had been so busy that he didn't even get a moment to scratch his head.
By the time he arrived, everyone in the mansion was already asleep.
Hearing Fahad talk about Hoor had sparked an unexpected anger within him. It wasn't as if he was deeply in love with Hoor, but she was his wife—his Nikah was tied to her.
Aahil had always been possessive about his belongings, no matter how small, never letting anyone lay a hand on them. And this was his wife they were talking about.
As for Da Ji's treatment of him, he had finally decided to stop letting it affect him. Perhaps he had made mistakes, but he certainly didn't deserve such a severe punishment.
Lost in these thoughts, he headed straight to his room. He had already eaten outside, so he didn't bother with dinner at home.
After freshening up, he picked up his phone. There were a few messages from a number saved as Sydney.
Frowning, he opened the images that had been sent. The lines on his forehead deepened as he scrolled through them.
His grip tightened on the phone as he immediately dialed a number, placing his other hand on his waist impatiently while waiting for the call to connect.
The call was answered on the other end. Aahil didn't say a word. He simply listened in silence.
Then, without uttering a single response, he hurled his phone against the wall with full force.
Rage burned inside him, his eyes turning bloodshot.
"You shouldn't have done this…"
His voice was a deep, threatening growl as he spoke to the unseen figure in his mind.
.......
It was a simple room. The walls were painted white, with no decorations except for a piece of calligraphy and a picture of the Kaaba.
The man in the room was wearing a black hoodie and was now covering the burnt part of his face with a mask. His eyes were swollen and red, as if he hadn't slept for days.
He sat down on the bed.
"Are you leaving?"
He was tying the laces of his boots when another man entered the room.
The newcomer had a graceful presence and looked quite young despite his age.
"Yes, Dad," he replied, his head lowered as he moved to tie the laces of his other shoe.
"I think you should tell her."
Hearing this, he straightened up and walked over to stand beside him. His broad shoulders overshadowed the older man's.
"She won't be able to handle it."
"She's already enduring so much; she'll handle this too," the man tried to reason with him again.
"No, I know she won't," he remained firm in his refusal.
"She needs you."
"I need her too," his voice carried pain—an emptiness that words couldn't fill.
"You have me, don't you?"
He didn't respond.
"How long will you keep hiding?" the older man asked, as if surrendering to the inevitable.
"Until I become the person I used to be."
With that, he turned and left.
But the man left behind smiled faintly, finally understanding the meaning behind his words. He hadn't been ready before. But now, he was willing.
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Wearing a black hoodie, he quietly made his way back home.
Light was seeping through Isabella's window.
He moved closer and peeked inside.
Emma was lying on the bed, a bandage wrapped around her head.
He couldn't bring himself to enter.
Because she wasn't alone.
There was someone else in the room—a girl.
She was sitting on a chair near the window, her back turned toward him.
This time, he simply watched from a distance before silently walking away.
.......
Darkness… again, darkness.
The jungle…
The shadows were chasing her again…
They had caught her once more…
But this time, the shadows were entering the girl's body one by one…
Her hands were turning as black as those shadows…
Above, the moon was shining…
But its light wasn't reaching her…
The red eyes of those shadows… they were terrifying her…
She was struggling to escape their grip…
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Night turned into day…
Hanan's restlessness was beyond limits. He hadn't talked to Ema since yesterday…
Yesterday, after hanging up the call, he had gone straight to the shooting site, but Ema wasn't there.
Then he checked the office, but she wasn't there either…
Her house was locked.
Tired, he returned home…
At home, he messaged Dean. Ema's disappearance was quite worrisome…
His head was pounding with pain…
He took a painkiller and closed his eyes for a while. He didn't know when he fell asleep…
The ringing of his phone woke him up.
Still half-asleep, he picked up the call and kept saying, "Hello? Hello?"
When no response came, he mumbled, "Some people just enjoy disturbing others," and went back to sleep.
He finally woke up at 11 a.m.
The first thought that came to his mind was Ema…
Quickly changing his clothes, he rushed to her house again.
This time, the house wasn't locked… but there were people standing outside.
They were all dressed in black.
(John really… did he really…) He didn't want to complete that thought.
Running inside, he felt relieved to see Ema sitting on the sofa.
She was sitting still, lost in thought.
Hanan shook her hand slightly to get her attention.
She slowly turned her vacant eyes toward him.
Seeing her like that pained him deeply.
People were coming and going…
Someone had informed Hoor as well, and she had arrived.
Now, she was sitting beside Ema, trying to comfort her.
She was trying to make her cry… but Ema was sitting there like a stone statue.
After dressing her wound last night, the doctor had discharged her within a short time. The wound wasn't deep…
But considering her condition, they had added a sleeping pill to her medication…
When she woke up in the morning, Olivia and Derrick were already there.
At first, Ema stared at them blankly… she couldn't understand what was happening.
But after a few moments, memories of yesterday started flashing before her eyes like a film…
She went to Isabella's room,
Hoping that what she had seen was just a dream… but Isabella wasn't there.
Her sudden movement made Derrick and Olivia follow her.
Both of them were dressed in black.
"Where is my mom?" she asked, looking at them with fear in her eyes.
Derrick and Olivia exchanged glances. They didn't know what to say…
But before they could speak, John, who had just arrived, said in an emotionless voice,
"She's dead."
"Who the hell are you to say that?" she snapped, grabbing him by the collar like a furious lioness.
"Watch your hands, lady…" John said in a firm tone, pulling her hands away.
"I don't care… I just want my mom," she screamed.
"You want to see your mom? Come then…" John grabbed her hand and started walking.
"John, wait… she's under stress," Derrick stepped in front of him, trying to reason.
John didn't respond. He simply pushed Derrick aside and led Ema to Isabella's coffin, where her body lay. Letting go of Ema's hand, he said,
"There, here's your mother."
After that, Ema had been like this… lost, unresponsive.
She didn't know who had given her a change of clothes…
She didn't know when they carried Isabella's coffin away…
She didn't know when they buried her…
She knew nothing…
It was only after everyone had left that she finally saw her mother's grave, right next to her father's.
She stood there for a long time, just staring.
Then, someone placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head to see Hoor standing beside her.
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(10 days later…)
Since Azibella's death, she hadn't cried even once. She hadn't spoken either. It was as if all her emotions had frozen.
The office had called two or three times, asking her to rejoin, warning that if she didn't, she would be fired. But she didn't seem to care. She had even forgotten that Hoor was supposed to leave in two days.
She was just standing by the window, staring outside, when there was a knock at the door.
She opened it.
"Ma'am, sir has asked me to bring you along."
The man, dressed in a white shirt with the company's logo on it and black pants, spoke in a formal manner.
"Which sir?" she asked, and the driver gave her a strange look.
"Sir John… He asked me to give you this."
The driver handed her a white envelope.
She took it and opened it.
It was a hospital bill. Along with it, there was a small note written on a piece of paper:
(You need to return this money to me now. I don't keep debts… nor have I taken on the responsibility of charity. But there is another option—spend one night with me…)
Were these words or poison? She couldn't tell. Such humiliation… It felt as if she was standing barefoot on burning coal.
"Let's go…"
Emma grabbed her bag. Her hair, tied up in a bun since the morning, remained unchanged. She was still wearing the dress that Hoor had forced her to change into the day before.
The driver was taken aback. He had assumed she would take time to get ready, but her sudden departure left him both surprised and concerned. However, he said nothing.
Upon arriving at the office, Emma aggressively opened the car door and walked straight into the building.
She entered the elevator and pressed the button for the required floor.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, she strode toward John's office with large, determined steps.
The workers passing by stopped and stared at her.
She pushed open the door and entered.
John was sipping wine while working.
She walked straight to him.
"Slap!"
She struck him so hard that her own hand ached from the impact.
John was pushed back into his chair, but he quickly stood up in front of her.
Emma raised her hand to slap him again, but this time, John caught her wrist before it could reach his face.
"I break the hands that try to reach me… Seems like you don't care much for yours."
His grip was so strong that tears of pain welled up in her eyes.
"So, do you think you own everyone as your legal property? Huh? I come here to work, not to be someone's whore. Who do you think you are? I curse you and your filthy job! You both can go to hell for all I care."
The rage that had been bottled up for days was finally spilling out.
"I gave you an option… but now I won't even do that. You have five days to return my money. If you pay me back within that time, then good. Otherwise… you know well what will happen."
John quickly regained his composure, bringing the situation back under his control.
"Okay, done. Now leave my hand," Emma said after thinking for a moment.
John let go of her wrist and pulled out a document from a file, extending it toward her. She rubbed her wrist where his firm grip had left a mark.
"What's the rush? Sign this agreement first."
He pushed the paper toward her as if he had already been prepared for this scenario.
"What is this?" Emma asked, suspiciously taking the document from him.
"It states that until you pay me back, you cannot leave the city. If you fail to return my money on time, you will have to obey my every command until I say otherwise. And yes, it also mentions that if you return the money, I will never cross your path again. If you don't believe me, read it yourself."
Emma read it. It was exactly as he had said.
For a moment, she thought she shouldn't sign it. Then, after considering something, she said, "Fine, but if I fail to return the money on time, I have one condition as well."
"What kind of condition?" John still held the agreement in his hand.
"I will tell you later. And maybe there won't even be a need for it."
Emma glanced at the agreement in his hand.
"Confidence… Alright, let's see."
Since John agreed, she signed it.
Throughout this exchange, John's eyes remained fixed on her.
"Where are you going?" he asked as she turned to leave.
"I still have five days, so I'm not obligated to answer you."
She didn't stop walking as she responded.
"And your job?"
"You'll receive my resignation."
With that, she left.
John, however, kept staring at the door through which she had just exited, deep in thought.
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She had come to the mall for some shopping.
People were walking around, browsing through different stores.
Seeing so many people so relaxed and carefree while shopping made him itch with annoyance.
How could they be so at peace, shopping while Derrick was around? How absurd.
He walked toward a shoe shop.
He picked up a pair of joggers, put them on both feet, tied the laces tightly, and checked them out.
The shop assistant stood beside him.
Suddenly, he ran out of the store wearing the shoes.
The assistant, shocked, chased after him in panic.
A little further from the shop, Derrick stopped, turned around, and walked back into the store, tossing the shoes back as if he were still testing them.
The other store assistants and customers watched him with bewildered expressions.
The assistant who had chased him looked embarrassed as he walked back toward him.
"Pack these up," Derrick said, handing the shoes back as if nothing had happened.
Making someone's heartbeat stop for a second? For him, it was equivalent to doing nothing.
After getting the shoes packed, he walked out and spotted Olivia.
She was looking at women's dresses.
Derrick was about to walk toward her when he passed by a baby toy store. But then, he turned back.
A mischievous, evil smile spread across his lips.
Olivia was busy examining a dress when she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder.
She turned her head to look—and saw a long, black snake draped over her shoulder.
"Aaaahhhh!"
She shrieked, flinging the snake away and jumping back in terror.
Hearing her scream, the other women in the store turned their attention toward her. Some had already been watching with amusement.
As soon as the rest noticed the snake, they too began screaming.
The store was filled with chaos and shrieks—
This was Derek's way of shopping… always leaving others in shock. He finally reached Olivia and started walking alongside her.
"What will it take for you to leave me alone?" Olivia stopped and turned to face him.
"You." Derek turned to her in the same manner, replying with a mischievous smile.
"Oh my, beautiful!" A handsome young man, around twenty-eight years old, said while looking at Olivia.
"Hi," Olivia responded with a smile, encouraging the guy.
Derek did not like being ignored. He noticed how the man kept touching Olivia under the pretense of laughter. An idea crossed his mind, making his green eyes gleam with mischief.
He turned to the man and, with an overly sweet expression, said, "Hey there, handsome… what's your name?" mimicking a high-pitched, flirtatious voice.
The guy didn't find it necessary to respond, unaware of the grave mistake he had just made. Meanwhile, Olivia stood there, mouth slightly open, watching Derek's antics unfold.
The next moment, Derek gently pulled Olivia aside and moved in closer to the man, standing right next to him. He placed one hand on the guy's chest while tracing a slow line from his forehead down to his lips with a single finger. Then, biting his lower lip seductively, he whispered, "Where do you live? So we can go there… and spend some quality time together."
The guy panicked, shoved Derek away, and bolted. Derek chased him for a few steps before stopping, only to realize Olivia had disappeared.
"Shit..." was all he could say. He then scowled, blaming the guy for ruining his time with Olivia.