Chapter 3

Kerem raised an eyebrow at Hande and looked at her proud stance, and for a reason he didn't know, he was in a good mood. What could be better than telling this girl who thinks she is something, that nothing is happening? Someone who was condescending to others had come to do business with money in his house and across from him. Unexpectedly, he turned his emotionless blank gaze to his mother.

"You know the reason I came here! If my father was going to have a physiotherapist, why wasn't I told!?"

Nevra looked at Altan with concern. Her husband turned his tearful eyes towards the window again, and it did not bode well. Kerem would not leave a stone on a stone that would burn the ground now! He tried to control his trembling voice with trembling pupils and tried to smile at Hande.

"Son, we were going to tell you, you didn't listen. And Hande-"

"Not listening doesn't mean you don't. If you wanted to, you would have said it somehow, but as always, it didn't work for you."

While the environment was freezing, Nevra looked at Hande with evasive eyes. These were not words to be spoken in the presence of someone who came to their home for the first time! Kerem was doing what he always did! He had to smile and do something to soften the atmosphere, and immediately!

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"Kerem please. Not with our guest, let's talk later. It's not what you think."

Kerem gave a casual look and smiled sarcastically. To both her mother and Hande, who is trying to understand something.

"What's not what I thought? My father's illness is not temporary, it's permanent, and you still bring a physiotherapist. It's not what I thought it was!"

While Kerem's booming voice cooled the atmosphere even more, Hande did not give Nevra a chance to speak with the restlessness of being in the middle.

"I don't want to get involved, but-"

"Then don't get involved!"

With the last word Altan heard, he turned his head and looked at Kerem. While Nevra staggered and held the seat, Hande looked at Kerem without blinking her eyes open. This man was not normal!

The door opening, the person entering and Hande's proud smile happened at the same time.

"I'm on time, but first time I was minutes late, sorry."

While Kerem was focusing his gaze on the incoming person, the man had already come and extended his hand to Kerem.

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"Hello. I'm Adnan Saygin. I'm a physiotherapist. Isn't it Mr. Kerem? I've seen you before."

Kerem was trying to understand what had happened as he stretched out his hand and shook it without realizing what had happened. While Hande was shaking hands with the incoming man, she made eye contact with Kerem for a moment.

He couldn't understand why Kerem's nerves were jumping with Hande's gaze, while his mother's eyes were on him! If this man was a physiotherapist, who was this disrespectful girl? Besides, what was this girl doing in their mansion!?

"Adnan, who summoned you?"

Adnan looked at Kerem with a smiling but surprised expression.

"Ms. Nevra called. I was a little late because I came from Ankara."

While Kerem was giving his mother a stern look, he took a nervous breath and looked at everyone in the room one by one.

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"You know you're wasted. I don't know how many physiotherapists you've been to this mansion."

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Adnan looked at Nevra. Then to Altan, and lastly to Hande. After getting the same unknown look from everyone, he turned to Kerem.

"I think you didn't know, Mr. Kerem. Actually, I was sure after your speech. Empty or not. I came for Mr. Altan, I couldn't offend your mother. And how do you know that it was in vain? I have personally seen many of my patients react after years."

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Kerem looked at Adnan with an expression indicating that he was not satisfied with the answer he received. His gaze was irritating, albeit weary. He fixed his cold gaze on Hande.

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"How are you here?"

Although Hande heard the question she was waiting for late, she concealed her surprise and looked at Adnan and then Kerem.

"Adnan, my friend, we are also family friends. We were going to come together, but it didn't happen. When I heard that he was coming here, I wanted to visit your father, too. Even if not with you, my family has both family friendship and business partnership with your parents. If I were a physiotherapist, I would have come long ago. I hope I was able to explain my qualifications. "

Kerem hesitated for a moment, but immediately got up and went outside without a word. He was breathing through his nose when he got to the terrace. The reason for going in and the reason for going out had been very different! Clenching his fists open, he took hold of the wooden railings of the terrace and bent a little. He squeezed his eyes tightly… As his breathing became more and more frequent, he was filled with distress. It was so obvious that he was not from the family! That tomboy had so eloquently stressed it out by pressing it! Then it was in vain that he became the head of this family! He was wasting his life in vain! When he opened his eyes and faced the same scene, he greedily punched the railings. The fire inside him was growing bigger and the stalemate he was dragged into was now hurting.

He calmed his breathing for a moment by the sound of speech in his ear. His mother was laughing. Rather than his mother, his father and that man called Adnan were also laughing! That tomboy's laugh was already suppressing it all. What was there to laugh about? He hadn't laughed once since arriving at this mansion, and the four of them were laughing out of spite! When they had no reason to laugh, it was out of self-confidence and no other reason was needed! He looked at the sound of the door closing and the cars running. She looked happy, though she couldn't see her mother's face. It was not tolerable for others to be happy when he was not happy! Laughing when there is nothing to be happy about!? And most importantly, they laugh when he's not laughing...

As he felt his breath disappear, he raised an eyebrow at the sound he heard and turned his attention to the sound he heard.

"You're the only person I won't call in this huge mansion. Because your place hasn't changed in years."

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When Kerem turned around and saw Nesrin, who was looking at him with a big and sincere smile, he looked at him without losing his seriousness, but he was relieved in an unknown way. Although he did not respond to Nesrin's coming and throwing him on his neck, he did not neglect to say "welcome".

"Welcome, Kerem. How are you? It was the wrong question, but it's customary."

Without a word, the young man pointed to the table on the terrace with his hand. After passing by and sitting down together, she took a forced breath, reflecting her inner distress on the outside.

"Wrong time, wrong question and wrong person. I hate the word custom, style, tradition. So don't ask again. Especially never ask about custom and style. Anyway. What did you do about things?"

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Unlike the cold man in front of her, Nesrin smiled sincerely and started to talk chirping.

"Things are good. Just as you know. There is a celebration at the Hilton tonight. You know Nevşehir is one of the most favorable provinces in Turkey in this respect. You have investments and you know how to celebrate."

"I know and I'll go. There's nothing I'm doing here anyway. At the same time, I don't want to go. I'm so confused."

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Although Nesrin looked at Kerem and was sad, she extended her hand and held the young man's hand. His smile was full of love and compassion.

I know. We found an underground city. Our team is very lucky in that respect. It also attracted the attention of the press. The whole world will see those historical artifacts tonight. It will be a change for us, too."

The young man neither nodded nor said yes. While her eyes were wandering to the desolate lands, Nesrin understood that she had accepted it with those eyes. that you will go. While the smile on his face turned sad, he took a sip of his tea and looked at the vast earth. As he looks at the land he loves, where he was born, but with one difference. They were both looking, but what they saw and felt was different. Quite apart...

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"He thinks he's something. Just like the statues we found while digging. Dull, still, cold. I get goosebumps when I see the man."

While Hande was talking, Seza was listening carefully to her friend. She had told him, but she still hadn't said who he was.

"Now it's fine, okay, you told me who is this guy?"

While Hande was examining the flower planted on the edge of the terrace, she turned her piercing eyes to Seza.

"There are the Karakhans, who are my father's business partners. His father was partially paralyzed as a result of an accident. His son."

"Oh, you mean Kerem Karahan!"

Hande took a sip of her tea with a helpless look.

"Yes, his name is Kerem. How do you know?"

"This is a small place, plus no one knows Kerem Karahan. I'm surprised you didn't. The man is so handsome. I saw him a few times, it took my breath away."

Hande squinted because of the setting sun, gave Seza a sarcastic look and shrugged.

"I just saw it. Besides, you know I wasn't here, I just came. Plus you know that I've been working hard. What would he write if he was handsome? The man has no soul. He's like an emotionless mank. He doesn't have manners either. It wasn't nice to talk to his father. It's a pity his parents are in a difficult situation." "Okay, let him talk, but he doesn't talk to his family like that in the presence of strangers. He can't insult him! He normally doesn't talk, but the man is not normal. Especially when I told him about his father's illness, I was surprised at what happened. If it takes your breath away, why didn't you meet?"

"Hande love. What do you say? "

Hande stood up and bent down to smell the evening primrose flower, which started to bloom as the sun went down. He turned to look at her as the smile grew on his face.

"If you hit the tin, it will make an empty sound. Kerem Karahan is that empty tin. That's why words such as kindly can't be for him. Come on, it's evening. You know the celebration at the Hilton. I was on that team too. We will get an award as the team that finds the work, plus my little one. "I have a talk. But we'll get ready. Let's not talk about empty cans. Help me. Let's decide what to wear."

"You help me too, but you know I'm not just going to dress for the meeting."

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Hande smiled at the word she heard while walking ahead, and at the same time she was answering while raising and lowering her hands.

"I didn't know, glad you said it."

"Hand!"

"Seza!"

"You're kidding again!"

"No seriously, I didn't know."

"Okay, I'm silent again! Shall I say something?"

"Don't say, Seza. I'll say it for you. Hande, I'm very excited, what am I going to do. Look, I told you, okay?"

Seza looked at him with a confused expression while trying to catch up with Hande with quick steps.

"I can't believe it, how did you know?"

As Hande's smile grew, she spoke in a serious voice.

"You know, I'm a Scorpio and I have strong feelings. I'm also very smart. That's how I know."

When Seza realized that Hande was making fun of her and fell again, she was walking and talking while looking in a distorted way.

"Damn, I fell again."

"Look, I knew that too. You're so smart."

"Hand!"

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Cappadocia Hilton hotel and the hall where the celebration was held. Dozens of guests and the press were eagerly waiting for the historical artifacts and the underground city to be shown. Hande is chatting standing up with her family and a few other people. Seza could not concentrate on the conversation and looked around with restless eyes. Not seeing the person she wanted was bothering her more and more, she.

"You're like a teenager, Seza. Enjoy the moment you're with. Your loved one will come now."

Turning to Seza Hande and seeing her sarcastic expression, she got angry and approached him a little more.

"You're so callous. I'm going to faint here. You're making fun of me. Let there be love. Of course, I will love you. When you are happy, I will see you too. May God show me those days, I will sacrifice."

Hande took a weary breath and forced a smile.

"You can't say amen to a prayer that will not happen. I also like to love, but I am not sure. Believe me, even if I love, I will not act like you. Be a little slow. Be desperate."

As if Seza had not heard, she looked at the dress she was wearing and turned to Hande.

"Do I look good?"

"A lot."

"Say it seriously without sarcasm. Please this is very important to me."

After looking at Hande Seza with a keen eye, she looked at the crowd at the entrance of the hall while drinking the last sip of the water in her hand. In that crowd, eyes were fixed on the person the press had come in with, holding out the microphone and asking questions. He swallowed as if the water he had been drinking was stuck in his throat as he placed his glass on the table.

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Seza looked at the other person she saw in the same crowd with eyes full of love and held it from the table with her trembling hands. While Hande's gaze changed, she cast a haughty look at the person she met despite the crowd. As the same cold gaze pierced his eyes, it was really unbelievable that he had met a stranger he had never seen before for the third time in a few days.

Right now, all the windows of the hot hall were opened and it was as if all the cells were frozen by the cold wind that came in from all the windows… That was all he felt. It was the first time that he lived the phrase "break the ice" alive. Not because of a bad event, not because of fear; a pair of icy green eyes...