"I apologize," I murmured, my gaze locked onto Kira's face. Her cheeks flushed crimson, resembling the fiery hues of the Red Sea.Emerging from Guila's room, I accidentally collided with Kira. I had managed to slip out of Ahi Oaks' rooms, providing her with the fabricated response she desired. Yet, as Kira stared at me in silence, she abruptly turned and walked away. I was taken aback, for the Kira I knew would never depart without unleashing a barrage of curses.I watched her until she disappeared completely, seeking solace in her own room. Bafflement clouded my narrowed eyes. Shrugging, I made my way to my own quarters, my mind still preoccupied with Guila's revelations. The more I contemplated them, the more a sense of discomfort engulfed me. It was unfathomable to believe that Antonio could inflict such cruelty upon another person simply because their eyes had grazed the threshold of a room. My curiosity was now fully aroused, and I yearned to uncover the contents within that nece

"What are you talking about?" Antonio gawked at me in utter surprise. His eyes widened, seemingly bulging out of their sockets. It was as though my words had shaken the very foundations of his world. His face froze, and I could sense the tension building within him. Deep down, I was grateful that I had mustered the courage to finally unleash the questions that had been gnawing at me slowly."Are you impotent, and who is Emilia?" I asked again, tears now streaming down the sides of my eyes. His countenance remained inscrutable as always, but there was something different in the way he held me. It was a slightly looser grip, yet still firm, as if my words had caused him to die and be reborn."Why do you think I am impotent?" He responded calmly, his initial anger quickly solidifying into a hardened mask.My breathing became ragged as his question demanded that I divulge more than I had intended. I didn't want him to discover the existence of the mysterious texter, fearing that it might

I settled into the plush chair, the weight of a book firmly grasped in my hand. The surface of my palms felt slightly damp, a testament to the nerves that tingled within me. As I focused my gaze on the book before me, my eyes appeared weary, their usual vibrancy diminished. It was an Italian language guide, an essential companion during my stay in this captivating country. I had chosen to delve into its pages, secretly preparing to surprise Guila with my newfound linguistic abilities.With my legs crossed in the study room, I delved deep into the captivating content of the chapter. Italian, a language so sweet and melodious, presented its own set of challenges on my learning journey. One hurdle that often tested my perseverance was mastering the intricate verb conjugations. The myriad patterns of Italian verbs, dictated by tense, mood, and subject pronouns, demanded thorough understanding and diligent memorization. Even for a seasoned language learner like myself, this aspect proved d

"Please wait," I hurriedly approached the woman, finding her collapsed on the floor. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and her body displayed numerous wounds and blisters. She lay there with her infant child, who appeared malnourished and visibly weakened, as if life had dealt them a cruel blow."Ma'am, how are you?" I approached her, gently placing my hand on her trembling shoulder. Tears welled up in my own eyes, but I fought to suppress them, struggling to find the right words. My heart pounded in my chest, its intensity overwhelming. It was an inexplicable attraction towards her, perhaps rooted in my innate sense of compassion."How are you, ma'am?" I softly spoke, my fingers tracing a soothing path along her back as I locked eyes with her. Her face bore a profound expression of pain, mirroring the hardships she had endured. Her frail infant seemed equally emaciated, as if they both shared the burden of destitution.She murmured a response, but her words escaped my quick comprehe

"Surely," I murmured, my eyes widening as I tried to process the gravity of the situation. The reality of what had just been revealed seemed incomprehensible, as if I were trapped in an unfortunate loop, forced to relive a harrowing experience from my past. The irony of returning to the same location only added to the weight on my shoulders.In that instant, my entire body tensed up, my muscles involuntarily contracting, and my blood pressure surged through my veins. I found myself gripping the seat tightly, my knuckles turning white, while my gaze remained fixated on Antonio, who appeared surprisingly composed and collected. It was reminiscent of our previous encounter, where he had managed to maintain his composure despite the chaos around us.Antonio, with an air of calmness, took a moment to explain, his hands deftly maneuvering the steering wheel as he spoke. His words only served to deepen the gravity of the situation, and I couldn't help but release a heavy sigh, rapidly making