CHAPTER 42.2

"Be my bed warmer."

That repeated itself several times in my mind. My fist was clenched while my eyes were full of tears.

In my eyes, the man in front of me now has long horns, a messenger of evil.

"It's my offer, Mayu. It's up to you if you will accept it. But this is the only way you can be with Arkan, because no matter what, you will never win in this game."

Even though my vision was blurry due to tears, I did not look into his eyes.

"I want to slap you," I uttered weakly.

He didn't move or show any reaction.

"I wanna slap you hard, Aldo. I want to hurt you."

He tilted his head and looked at me seriously.

"Then do it. Do it, and you will never see Arkan again," he replied coldly.

I was glued to my place and didn't even dare to make a move when he said that. The thought of never seeing my son is tearing me apart. I was weak and couldn't even answer.

"Think smartly, Sweetie. Take it or you'll be forever behind this bar," was his last warning before leaving.

I closed my eyes tightly