Chapter - 8

When Yohan Dixon arrived at Dixon Group, the secretary was waiting for him to tell her how the things she had purchased for him yesterday were, but expectedly, he did not tell anything and went to his cabin. She sat on the chair after greeting him but Assistant Nolan stopped over there and looked at her with his gentle gaze.

“Good morning, Assistant Nolan.” She greeted him with her lovely smile.

“Good morning. You did a good job yesterday and the president is quite happy.”

“Really? Oh… So nice…” She jumped out of the chair happily. Then she could not suppress her curiosity and looked at Assistant Nolan.

“For whom he had purchased so many things? Does he have a girlfriend?”

“Aunty, who gifts tampons to his girlfriend?”

“Don’t tell me. Did he marry secretly?”

“Shut your mouth. He just gifted it to a needy woman. That’s it. Now get back to work.”

The secretary looked at his back in a daze and could not sort the thoughts well.

…

Bruno and Natalie were deeply frustrated because they haven’t heard anything from the October villa. After all, Yohan Dixon had already moved Nisha out. So, they called Jack to the Dixon villa and asked him about the strange woman’s whereabouts.

The things were shocking. The woman had Yohan Dixon's private card and she was using it freely. Jack was asked to take her anywhere she wanted to go. She had sent a lunch box to Yohan Dixon today as well and he hadn’t ordered the food from restaurants after her arrival. Unexpectedly, she was living in October Villa.

“Bruno, why don’t we call Ricky and ask him about the woman?” Natalie sighed and looked at Bruno Dixon who had been buried in his thoughts. 

"He will question back whether we are keeping an eye on him."

"Then why that girl is living with him under the same roof. This had never happened when Samira Reddy was alive. I will call and ask him what he is up to." She was impatient and Bruno was considerate.

"I think we should go and check."

"Forget it, Bruno. You know he never allows anyone to enter his villa."

Bruno smirked proudly.

"I am Bruno Dixon and he is my nephew. I will find a way."

Natalie Dixon sighed and nodded sadly.

"I only want him to marry a nice girl. He is in his thirties. Our son has completed graduation and he will be ready to marry after years. How embarrassing it will be when his uncle would be unmarried in his marriage."

Bruno Dixon laughed and shook his head.

“You think a lot.”

“I have two sons only. Ricky and Neel. And I am worried for them.”

“Don’t you worry about me?”

“Why should I worry about you? You don’t have to manage the business. You are married to me and you have a handsome son and a smart nephew. You are settled.”

“Natalie, I am noticing that you are ignoring me.”

“Of course, I do.”

“What?”

…

“Sara, the classes are going to start tomorrow. Won’t you come?” Gracie was sad that she could not be with her best friend in the last year of college.

“You know that I have given up the studies already.”

“Why don’t you do a part-time job and pay the fees? If you will pay, you can complete the graduation.”

Sara Owen sighed and bit her lips.

“Gracie, I… I will quite study.”

Gracie was trying to explain for a long time but Sara Owen had made up her mind not to continue her studies.

“I am sad. I can’t pay your fees because I don’t have a job.”

“It’s okay. Gracie. Many students quite study further because of different reasons. Count me as one of them.”

“I am sad that I can’t enjoy the last year with you.”

“Don’t be sad and study well.”

“Yeah. I miss you.”

“Okay, I will hang up then.”

“Bye.”

As soon as Sara Owen hung up the call and turned back, she saw the handsome tall man in a brown suit standing in front of her while placing his palms in his pockets. His eyes were dark.

“I am sorry. I didn’t know when did you arrive…? I have already prepared the meal.”

He sighed and nodded then took off his blazer and she swallowed saliva after seeing his muscular body. She quickly went to the dining hall. As usual, he entered the dining hall while folding the arms of his black shirt and unbuttoning the top two buttons, he washed his palms and then sat to eat. As usual, she placed the napkin beside his palm and he glanced at that delicate but soft palm. She did not put a bandage on the wound.

After completing the meal, when he stood up, she dared to call him.

“I am sorry.”

He turned back and looked at her.

“I wanted to apologize after that night. I won’t use ginger next time.” Her low words collided with his heart and he kept staring at her for a while. Sara Owen wanted to hear something but she only could hear his sigh.

“Didn’t you find the first aid box?”

“Oh…” She looked at her injured palm with regret because she had almost forgotten about it even if it hurt her while working.

“Come upstairs after finishing.”

He got out of the dining hall and she looked at his plate which was empty. There was nothing in the bowls and pots. Should she cook for her? Was she allowed? She bit her lips then drank water to calm her hunger and began preening.

When she had showered and put on the black nightgown, she suddenly remembered that he had asked her to go upstairs after finishing. She rushed upstairs and knocked on the door but she did not hear again. It was the second time when she was knocking on the door and he wasn't replying. She became anxious and entered the bedroom worrying about his health. No, he wasn't in the bathroom for vomiting. He was there to take shower. She sighed in relief and looked at the clothes on the table. she had forgotten to arrange them in his dressing room after ironing them and talked on the call with Gracie.

Sara Owen turned on the lights in the dressing room and began to arrange his clothes in the closets. The neat and perfect arrangements of the things in the dressing room were telling her how picky and considerate he was about his things.

Crack!

She turned her gaze and looked at the man who had just entered the dressing room with a wrapped towel on his waist. She swallowed saliva when she saw water ripping and vanishing in the towel on his waist. His six-pack abs...were ravishing.

"What are you doing here?" He grabbed the bathrobe and asked her carelessly. She lowered her eyes and put his handkerchief in the closet.

"I..."

He put on his bathrobe while looking at her back and hung the towel on the stand. He did not care because he knew from the first day that she did not dare to look at him.

"You asked me to come here."

He glanced at her trembling palm which was on the handkerchief closet and he left the dressing room. She placed her palm on her chest as if she was out of breath for a moment. She followed him and saw that he was sitting on the couch leisurely while smoking a cigarette and the first aid box was placed on the table in front of him.

"Sit here."

He smoked and she swallowed saliva. Was he going to treat her wound? It would be difficult for her to stand on his magical fragrance.

"I will help myself."

He raised his eyes and looked at her coldly.

"Of course, you should."

Then he placed a white letter on the table and leaned back on the couch.

"This is the joining letter. You can go to study." His raspy voice was magical but the words were shocking.

"What? I mean why? I mean... Oh..."

She could not help but stepped ahead and opened to letter to read. She became shocked when she read that the fees were paid in advance and she was going to resume with last year. She raised her tearful eyes and looked at him with a strong feeling of benevolence.

“Thank you so much.” She placed the letter on her chest and lowered her head to hide her tears.

Yohan Dixon glanced at her pale face for a while and frowned. He threw the cigarette as if her tears ruined his mood.

“Are you sure you can handle work and study together?”

She nodded twice like a fool.

“I will. I will try my best not to let you down.” She sobbed with an innocent smile and he narrowed his eyes.

“You could not bandage the wound which was causing pain during your work throughout the day. Can you really do it?”

“You have given me new life. Gave me a chance to study. I will never let you down.”

“Till when?” His gaze became dark.

“Until you ask me to leave, I will continue to serve you.” She looked at him with a sad smile.

“And the day I ask to leave...”

“I will leave and take it as I have paid my favour to you.”

Yohan Dixon stared at her for a while then sighed, “Sit”.

It was a single couch and she sat on the next corner of it. He quickly grabbed her injured palm which shuddered her.

“Shhhh…” She hissed when he cleaned her wound with antiseptic water and she tried to take her palm back but he firmly grabbed her palm and did not let it go. He treated her wound which melted her heart completely. She glanced at his fist which had a scar from that terrible night when he had punched that man. She swallowed saliva and looked at his face which was bright and angular.

“Don’t look at me.”

“Ah…”

She lowered her face and bit her lips with an awkward feeling. His breaths mixed with tobacco and alcohol were warm and melodious. She could not get out of the strong grip of it whenever he used to be around her.

“You even did not treat your wound.” She dared to talk.

“Where did I get hurt?”

“On your fist.”

“Really? Is there a wound?” He looked at her with interest.

“Of course.”

“You noticed it.”

Sara Owen raised her eyes and looked at him with a slight wave of fear. Was he flirting or this was his way of talking?

They did not escape from their deep gaze. Her big and beautiful eyes were gentle but filled with fear. His eyes were dark but did not seem terrific.

“You don't even take care of yourself. But still, you are handling such a vast business.”

“Do you know who I am?” He raised his eyebrows and asked in his deep voice because the woman dared to talk back.

“Who doesn't know you?”

“Then... Aren’t you afraid of me?” He was Yohan Dixon. A terror.

“No...” Her voice was suppressed and he leaned closer to hear her clearly. She swallowed saliva in her dry throat and lowered her eyes.

“Then why can't you rise your eyes to look at me?” His seductive voice shook her heart and she looked at the palm he was still holding tightly on his thigh.