The evening breeze gradually picked up, carrying with it the refreshing fragrance of flowers and grass, delighting the senses and lifting the spirits.
Today, Aylin didn’t drive her car and instead called for a taxi. She got off at the entrance of the villa and decided to walk the rest of the way,
Lately, she has been troubled by many worries. She wants to take a quiet walk alone, allowing her chaotic thoughts to be soothed during the stroll.
Unexpectedly, things didn’t go as planned.
Crossing the cobblestone path and stepping onto the stairs, Aylin was just about to open the door when she suddenly felt something was off. Someone was approaching her, trying to touch her!
Thief?
Aylin’s eyes suddenly turned cold.
She quickly grabbed the incoming person’s arm and executed a perfect over-the-shoulder throw with great force!
Who would have known that the person behind her exerted even more force, as if they had foreseen the future? They dodged to the side in advance, causing Aylin’s heart to skip a beat.
She didn’t even have time to pull her hand away before the person grabbed her wrist and pinned it against the wall. Their posture was forceful and domineering, leaving her unable to move.
Furrowing her brow, Aylin looked sharply at the face of the newcomer, and then froze.
“Gavyn?”
The man stood tall, and under the moonlight, his delicate features became
even more prominent. His chiseled jawline, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, added an enchanting and elegant charm to his appearance.
Well, that’s unbelievable.
Aylin furrowed her brows angrily, “Are you sick or something? Sneaking up to my doorstep in the middle of the night to ambush me?”
Gavyn narrowed his eyes, his deep black pupils seemingly piercing through Aylin’s heart, “Did you have a fun day with Ryker?”
He didn’t want to ask this, but seeing Aylin returning home so leisurely, with a contented expression on his face, he couldn’t help but wonder.
Just thinking about her spending the entire day with that young man.
Gavyn’s heart was filled with intense agitation.
The two were just inches apart. As he approached, the smell of alcohol hit Aylin in the face. She frowned again, wondering how much this man had drunk and if he wasn’t afraid of getting a stomach ulcer.
However, she soon discarded this idea.
Ah…
What does his stomach perforation have to do with her?
“Let go!”
Aylin had studied professional martial arts, which made her more than capable of handling ordinary thugs. However, defeating an opponent like Gavyn, who had also undergone rigorous training, proved to be quite challenging.
To make matters worse, Gavyn seemed to be drunk. No matter how hard she tried to twist her wrist, his hand was like cast iron, and she couldn’t break free.
Aylin had no choice but to resort to her old trick, lifting her high heels and attempting to stomp once more, Gavyn seemed to have anticipated this, as he brought his knee up against Aylin’s leg, pressing their bodies close together, making it impossible for her to move.
“Gavyn, what on earth are you trying to do!”
“Answer my question.”
Aylin was furious, glaring at him, “Who I’m with is none of your business, Gavyn. Don’t tell me you came all the way to my doorstep just to ask me that?”
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Gavyn’s face was tense, his deep gaze fixed on Aylin before him, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
How long has it been since he last had the chance to look at her so closely and carefully like he does now?
It seems like after the divorce.
There’s hardly any chance left.
Before her eyes, Aylin was dressed in soft fabric, her eyebrows and eyes without heavy makeup, and her facial features unchanged. Yet, it seemed as if something had transformed.
Once upon a time, Aylin’s heart and eyes were filled with thoughts of him.
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