"What's wrong with that? Are you jealous?" I suddenly looked at Axe in horror after hearing his last two words.I'm jealous?Is that true?I just felt my heart tearing a little when I sae syalasa teasing Axe with her foot. My mind kept repeating a rather odd phrase, what if Axe was tempted by her? Thankfully, at that time Axe refused by stepping back a little. So that my somewhat heated feelings could be controlled."Look at me." Axe pulled my face upright towards him. Our gazes met again, making me quite nervous. Instead of what. My heart was hammering inside. What if Axe could hear it?"I've never touched any woman. Only you. You own me for the first time too."I stared at Axe in disbelief. What did he mean by talking to me like that. Did he really think I was jealous? It couldn't be. I tried to deny the truth. Maybe it's true. It looks like I am jealous."Look, Axe. I'm not jealous. You're wrong to think so. I'm just curious. That's natural, right?" I lied."Now tell me how you k

My eyes rounded fully at the monitor screen that displayed information about the news of Syalasa's death in the apartment building, the girl allegedly committed suicide because she was frustrated by the negative rumors of her father who was involved in an illicit scandal with a woman of the night.My breath hitched harshly at the thought that this was not the case. The girl had clearly died at the hands of Axe. But the media was spreading fake news. Or, wait for it. Was the fake news a conspiracy to get Axe off the hook?"No quality!"The TV monitor screen turned off completely with the remote slammed in any direction. I could see Axe standing there looking at me disapprovingly. Is he done with his business? That rhetorical question was clearly unnecessary."What are you doing with Syalasa's body?"The word you guys is definitely related to Axe and Edward. Especially since Edward was the last person I saw taking care of Syalasa's body."It's just a small thing." Axe still gave me a sh

My breath hitched harshly at the sight of Axe just standing stiffly beside the display case of painting supplies. The man stared at me silently with his arms folded in front of his chest. It seemed like he was still thinking about my sudden change in attitude. All the way here, Axe kept peppering me with questions. Really. Do all those men never realize their mistakes? The last time we were at the office, I immediately pushed his body to have access to the steps. I didn't want to become public fodder, to be precise. The Axe employees must have judged me as a seductress. Moreover, one of them actually gave me a disapproving look. Her gaze clearly said she was annoyed that I was next to Axe. Maybe she likes Axe. I don't know, I'm too lazy to think about that. It's better now that I carry my groceries to the front. I can rest afterward, I'm tired from being out for so long."You're welcome," I said as the well-dressed clerk handed me my items that were already neatly arranged in the bag

"Sir is going to Moscow, Miss."My ears perked up at Edward's words.Wait a minute.What did he mean?Is Axe not here, in his mansion, is he? Why? I still saw him this morning. He even refused to let me get close to him. The circumstances don't favor Axe traveling far at all. Let alone Russia. It would take hours from here to get there."Are you kidding me, Ed? He was here this morning, a bit drunk too.""No, Miss. Sir did leave an hour ago. And yes, he was sober before he left.""But he didn't tell me!""Sorry, miss. Sir's trip was urgent. There was a small problem at his company's branch.""Minor you say, Ed?" I asked with a look of disbelief.Seriously. If it was minor Axe wouldn't have left in such a hurry. At least Axe could talk to me. Oh, I forgot. The man was angry too. Was his jealousy of Ben not resolved yet?"Yes, Miss. But mister will be there for at least two weeks."It was taking so long, I wanted to protest. But all I could do was remain silent. Staring at Edward with l

"That's not how you hold a brush!" protested Axe, seeing that my hand position was far from correct."Don't press it," he babbled naggingly.He didn't know. I deliberately looked wrong in his eyes, and-jackpot! I was right. Axe seemed to be well-versed in the basic techniques of drawing or painting. I could tell that the old drawing was indeed his. I also remembered that Axe was very afraid of birds. The drawing I saw and Axe's fear of birds were clearly connected. There was no mistaking it, Axe was a little boy who expressed his sadness into a work of art. But why? Was he unhappy while living with uncle Danial? No way! Uncle Danial himself told me that he loved Axe like his own son."No. Not like that, baby girl."I jumped as Axe took my hand to instruct me on how to spread color onto the canvas."Are you daydreaming?" he asked right next to my ear."N-no. I'm not daydreaming. You startled me by suddenly holding my hand."I breathed a sigh of relief