"If he wants to leave me, I won't stop him. I'll answer every one of his questions, even if he misunderstands me. It's his right to know the truth. And it's my duty to love him," Yohan responded firmly.
"By loving him, you'll ruin him too," Sara taunted.
"I'll burn down any ruin that comes his way," Yohan declared, staring into her eyes as if he were giving her a warning.
He moved closer to her, trapping her between his arms near her ears. "Stop thinking that by pretending to hate me, you'll make me believe you don't love me. I won't buy it. You're too cowardly to accept it."
He smirked, and Sara nervously swallowed. Yohan held her chin and said, "You're suffering because you don't have my attention. You won't deny that."
Sara attempted to leave, but he held her firmly, pushing her into a corner.
The rain was relentless, and she shivered from the cold.
His shirt's top buttons were undone, revealing his attractive chest, water cascadin
"Then, why are you mad at me till now?" Yohan questioned."Those days can't be brought back, Yohan. Everything has changed.""But it all looks the same to me. This villa, where I sit with your love weighing on my heart, where you're still unsure about me, the same sky, stars, and the same moon..."Sara glanced at him, "And Jimmy?""I have no problem if he calls me 'father.'"Sara held back her emotions. She couldn't say that Yohan was Noah's real father."But he can't be Noah Dixon from Noah Johnson, Yohan. I'll get tired of answering his questions when he points fingers at me.""He'll also have questions when he finds out that after our divorce, you married his father and, after his death, you continued living with me without marrying me. People will gossip, and he'll ask questions.""I can tell him that his love for you kept me here," Sara lowered her head."What about me? Will I still long for you?""Yohan..."
"Why not? You have plenty of wine in your collection. Can't I have a few glasses?""Not more than your capacity.""No... I..."Yohan confiscated her glass and placed it on the counter. They both gazed at the serene pool.Sara hugged herself and said, "Whenever I see a pool, I remember that evening when... you took me out for dinner for the first time. It was a beautiful night. You held my hand, fed me delicious food, and I shared things about my childhood that I'd never told anyone. And the way we ended up in the pool while kissing..."She looked at him and asked, "Had you already fallen for me back then?"Yohan couldn't pinpoint exactly when he started liking her. Every time he reminisced about the past, he concluded that he'd liked her from the beginning.Sara smiled wistfully, "That night, you discovered my fear of pools, and you put an end to it forever. You taught me how to swim. How childish it was!"Yohan smirked and dow
Yohan understood Noah's morning routine well, and he knew that Sara was still sleeping in the master bedroom. He knelt and gently held Noah's shoulder, saying, "Your mommy isn't in her bedroom."Noah's smile disappeared, replaced by a fearful look. "Where is she? She doesn't usually wake up at this time. Where did she go?"Yohan sighed and explained, "You remember how last night I had to break down her bedroom door?"Noah nodded."I offered her to sleep in my room.""But when did you sleep, then?""I..." Yohan paused and then admitted, "I had some work to take care of last night. So, I didn't get any sleep."Upon hearing this, Noah's smile returned. He went to kiss his mother, and then the two of them headed to the gym and jogging area. When they returned, they didn't smell the delicious aroma of food being prepared. This made Noah worry, thinking that his mother might be fee
The villa was dimly lit.Sara couldn't help but worry when she noticed his trembling hands. She wondered if he had taken drugs again.Yohan lit a cigarette and smoked deeply, then he glanced towards the door of her bedroom, wearing a wry smile as if luck wasn't on his side. He then headed to the gym, causing Sara to furrow her brow in concern. It wasn't his usual time for working out. She reached the gym's entrance and heard the forceful thuds of his fists against the punching bag, which soon led to his hands getting bloody.Sara couldn't contain her worry, knowing that Yohan struggled with bipolar disorder, and provoking him could be dangerous for his well-being. She entered the gym, and when she saw the blood on the floor and the battered punching bag, her eyes widened in shock. It was clear that he was deeply disturbed.She rushed over to him, pleading, "Yohan, please stop… Don’t do this."Angrily, he pushed her. His strength was am
The next day, Yohan awoke from a long slumber, finding himself on the couch in his bedroom. His hands were wrapped in bandages, and there was a faint scent of blood in the air. He rubbed his temples, feeling the effects of a hangover. He checked the time on his mobile phone and was surprised to see it was already eleven o'clock.Yohan emerged from his bedroom and spotted Sara busy with her laptop. Their eyes met, and she hesitated before closing the laptop and getting up. Yohan approached her slowly, and then he glanced at the bandage on her forehead. It had a cartoon character printed on it. Yohan realized that Noah must have put it there in the morning for Sara."I'll get you some lemonade," Sara said in a hushed tone.Yohan simply nodded and watched her as she walked into the kitchen, still feeling a bit dazed. He returned to his bedroom, standing by the curtain with his hands in his pockets.Sara slowly opened the door and entered, holding a glass of
Sara turned around, gently pushing him away as she saw his struggle to control himself. "Have you finished your work?" she asked."No," he admitted, "I'm just craving you."Sara hesitated, her gaze worried. "Yohan, Jimmy will be done with his classes. I need to go pick him up."Yohan sighed, "You don't have to. Just get ready for dinner. He'll be here soon.""Did you send Jack to pick him up?" Sara asked.Yohan moved a strand of her hair from her shoulder and tried to bury his face in her neck. Sara pushed him away gently. "Yohan, don’t start."He held her in his arms and looked deeply into her eyes. "You're beautiful."Sara blushed and lowered her head, placing her palms on his chest. "Why don't you wear one of the dresses from the collection I bought for you? Many of them are still untouched."Despite all the hardships they had faced, Yohan had never thrown away her things.Sara hesitated, "It's been a long time
"Wow!" Yohan and Noah exclaimed in unison, both of them entranced by Sara's beauty. Noah let go of Yohan's hand and rushed over to Sara, his face reflecting sheer amazement."Mom, you're stunning today! That dress is incredible. Why don't you wear such dresses for my birthday party anymore?" Noah asked, his eyes wide with surprise.Sara hesitated and glanced at Yohan, who stood there with his hands in his pockets, gazing at her intently.Sara placed her hand on Noah's cheek and smiled warmly. "You look handsome, too.""Am I? But look at Uncle. He's stealing the show," Noah remarked.Sara bit her lip, fully appreciating Yohan's exceptional handsomeness as she had countless times before. She couldn't help but think about how incredibly alluring he would look while proposing to her."Let's get going," she suggested while blushing.The three of them climbed into the car, with Sara in the back seat, Yohan driving, and Noah seated beside Yo
Yohan, in a sombre mood, returned to the master bedroom. He hung his blazer on a stand and made his way to the bar counter, seeking solace in the bottle of whisky. To his side, he placed the ring box, a symbol of the emotions that swirled within him.Meanwhile, Sara couldn't shake off the lingering thoughts about the ring and the unspoken question. Clad in the same dress, she entered the master bedroom, her eyes locked on Yohan. She gently closed the door behind her, and as their eyes met, Yohan put down his glass of whisky and walked toward her, his gaze intense.Yohan's hands cradled her lovely face, and their lips met in a passionate and heated kiss.At midnight…As the snow gently fell outside, the world beyond the glass wall was cloaked in a serene blanket of white. Sara stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the soft, moonlit landscape, her silhouette a beautiful contrast against the snowy backdrop. The room was bathed in a warm,