Tyson stood on the balcony, staring intently at Hana. His lips parted, but he held himself back. There was innocence in Hana's eyes, but behind that innocence hid fear.
"What are you thinking?" Tyson asked in a cold voice.
Hana slowly turned her face towards him and said—"I'm scared of you... very scared."
Tyson's eyebrows rose slightly, but he gave no reaction.
"Why are you like this?" Hana's voice trembled slightly.
"Your eyes... why are they so dangerous?"
Tyson was still silent.
Hana spoke again—"Can't you become a normal person?"
Tears welled up in Hana's eyes, but she composed herself. Hana said—"You killed that servant this morning, you scared me... why did you do that?"
Tyson was still looking at her without blinking. There was no remorse in his eyes, no apology.
Silence hung in the air for a few seconds. Then, without saying anything, Tyson grabbed Hana's wrist and said, "This is who I am," and "This is who I will remain," before lifting her up and carrying her inside the room.
Tyson sat Hana on the sofa and called for food on the intercom.
Within minutes, food was served on the dining table.
Tyson himself fed Hana with his own hands.
Hana just kept looking at Tyson silently...thousands of questions were in her mind, but she couldn't ask any of them.
Tyson finished eating, got up, and quietly went into the closet room.
Hana was still sitting at the table, her eyes fixed on the door.
A few minutes later, Tyson came out, wearing black trousers and a loose t-shirt.
As soon as he looked at Hana, a strange emotion appeared in his eyes.
He slowly came towards Hana.
Hana tried to move back in fear, but Tyson grabbed her wrist.
Tyson picked Hana up in his arms and laid her straight on the bed.
Hana's breath quickened. She couldn't speak.
Tyson leaned over her...his fingers slid across Hana's cheeks, a slight warmth running through her body.
Tyson said softly—"My delicate doll..." There was a different kind of thrill in Tyson's voice."Something different is going to happen with you today..."
Hana's eyes widened in surprise.
Tyson's lips slowly began to meet Hana's.
Hana didn't understand what was happening.
Tyson kissed her deeply, his lips were firm, but there was a strange intoxication in his touch.
Hana lightly grabbed the collar of his shirt, but instead of pushing him away, she just held on tightly.
A few seconds later, Tyson's lips moved to Hana's neck.
A shiver ran down Hana's spine. Just then, a soft cry escaped her lips"Ah..."
A soft cry escaped her lips.
Tyson had lightly bitten her collarbone.
Hana said—"Tyson!" Hana pushed him away gently.
But there was a deadly smile on Tyson's face. He looked into Hana's eyes and whispered—"Now you should be even more afraid of me..."
Tyson leaned over Hana, a strange intoxication in his eyes.
Tyson spoke again—"You should be afraid of me, Hana..." There was the same coldness in his voice that always sent shivers down Hana's spine.
"You should remember that I brought you here." Tyson gently held Hana's chin, his gaze piercing hers as he said—"You can't do anything without asking me."
Hana's heart was beating loudly.
Tyson's grip was strong, and there was a dangerous possessiveness in his eyes. Then, Tyson's lips returned to Hana's neck.
His warm breath fell on Hana's delicate skin...Hana just lay there silently, a slight shiver running through her body.
Tyson raised both of Hana's hands above her head with one of his hands, holding them in his strong grip.
Now Hana was completely under Tyson's control. Tyson was leaving his mark all over Hana's body.
Today, Tyson was not in the mood to let her go.
After a while, Tyson stopped and quickly threw off his t-shirt. And his hands now moved to Hana's dress. Tyson tore Hana's dress with a jerk and threw it aside. Hana looked at Tyson in surprise, not understanding anything. Tyson leaned back over Hana and pressed his lips against her bosom. Tyson kept kissing Hana's cleavage and neck. Hana's hands automatically went into Tyson's hair. Hana's eyes had closed. Tyson's lips were kissing Hana's entire body. Suddenly, Tyson stopped and whispered near Hana's ear—"Now you will feel a little pain, but you have to control your pain."
Hana's eyes widened. She looked at Tyson in surprise. Suddenly, a loud, painful scream of Hana echoed in the room. Tyson had entered Hana. Hana's heart was beating rapidly. A light sweat appeared on her forehead. Hana's eyes became moist, pain clearly visible in them. Tyson placed his lips on Hana's and started kissing her slowly. While kissing, Tyson kept moving up and down. He had held Hana so tightly that she couldn't even move. About an hour later, Tyson stopped and looked at Hana's face. Hana's face looked relieved now, but her eyes were still moist. Tyson lay down beside Hana. Hana's heart was beating fast. Tyson turned towards Hana and, placing his hand on her face, said—"Are you okay?"
Hana nodded slowly. Tyson covered Hana with the blanket and pulled her closer. Hana's head was on Tyson's chest. Tyson ran his hand through Hana's hair and said, "Did it hurt a lot?"
Hana nodded slowly and said, "Yes, it did, but what did you do?"
Tyson said—"Nothing, my delicate doll, you will slowly get used to this pain, and then it won't hurt you anymore. Now close your eyes and sleep." Hana silently closed her eyes. Tyson hugged Hana tighter and closed his eyes.
Will Hana be able to stop Tyson?
Will Tyson cross his limits, or will there be a new twist?
What new turn will Dan and Boris's conspiracy take now?