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Clark's light answer made Arren's heart ache."Ex-lover?"“Isn't that right?”Arren's gaze became sharper; she wanted to scratch Clark's face, which seemed to bring back memories of their past quickly. "You lied to me a lot, Clark!"“No, Arren. I'm not lying," Clark said firmly. However, he didn't say anything to the girl."There's a full moon tonight," Clark suddenly changed the subject. His gaze drifted to the beauty of the moon above his head.On the tiny deck of the ship, they sat side by side, watching the night sky, even though the atmosphere was not ideal.Arren didn't respond to Clak's nonsense. She still felt that the man was hiding something from her.“Arren, don't you remember our first meeting?” Clark asked, trying to dig up his past with his ex-lover."No," Arren answered coldly. She was now curled up and holding her knees tightly, trying to ward off the cold that was starting to push into her body. Without realizing it, she started shivering.Arren felt extremely cold; he
In the midst of that awkward moment, the atmosphere suddenly changed drastically.Waves rolled in forcefully, causing their boat to shake violently.Arren and Clark were thrown to the side of the cabin, both feeling anxious and surprised as they hadn't anticipated such an event."Arren! Hold on tight!" Clark commanded while trying to maintain his balance.The boat shook intensely, making it challenging for them to stay upright.Arren clung to the window railing as instructed, attempting to keep her balance.Her eyes searched for Clark not far from her. "Clark, what's happening?" Arren shouted amidst the roaring waves.Clark looked tense. Before he could reply, a siren filled the room.An emergency unfolded, and passengers had to prepare for the worst.The sudden weather change caught the captain off guard.They exerted all their strength to stabilize the ship."Waves incoming! Be careful!" the captain yelled, struggling to control the vessel.Clark joined the shout, visibly working to
"Secrets?""Yes...""Hmm..."Clark gazed at Armeaningfullyllyn and didn't understand what the man was thinking."I don't know. Should I tell you everything?" Clark asked rhetorically as if he were hiding a lot."Never mind, forget it. Pretend you never heard anything from me," Arren looked sulky, as her words weren't taken seriously by Clark.The man chuckled, assessing that Arren's attitude was adorable, like an angry kitten. "You'll know soon enough," Clark replied mysteriously.He reached for Arren's golden, wind-blown hair. In his intoxicating gaze, he seemed to want to rewind to the time before Leon entered and disrupted their togetherness."Don't you want to come back to me, Arren?" Clark asked with a smile.Arren hesitated to answer, but she also didn't outright reject the invitation. Her heart was still enveloped in uncertainty."Can we talk about something else? Feelings can't be forced, Clark."Clark shrugged. He wasn't the talkative type.However, when with Arren, Clark alwa
Rossie Port sprawls before the eyes, delighting the senses with enchanting charm for everyone who visits.The morning sun emits gentle golden rays, piercing through thin clouds and illuminating every corner of the buildings across the dock.The sturdy wooden pier gleams with a natural sparkle, touched by the occasional splash of seawater.Traces of soft sand along the pier remind visitors of the ongoing ebb and flow of tides.Coconut trees sway, their leaves dancing in the cool sea breeze, creating a soothing harmony.However, all the beauty presented does not bring joy to Arren.On the contrary, the situation invites unpleasant memories from a past he does not want to remember.Once again, the image of that rose, the golden rose he despises, appears before him."Clark! Tell me! Is this Rossie Port?"Clark freezes momentarily before looking at Arren with a gaze that hints at hidden emotions."Yes...""W-what!"Arren can't believe what she hears. The joyful cries of seagulls seem to sin
"Sir! Ugh... Sir!""Errgh... ugh! You're so delightful, Darling." Adam Hart lay limp beside the entertainer who warmed his bed tonight.Amidst his busy pursuit of getting Arren back, he still found time to indulge in pleasures like this. All thanks to the pocket money provided by Abigail Rossie."Will you call me again, hmm?" the woman teased, her fingers starting to caress Adam's helpless masculinity."Yes, of course. Don't give your time to other men ...."In the midst of the heat of their room, a loud crash at the door startles them."Adam Hart?!"Adam jumps in surprise, hastily covering his wrinkled, exposed body."A-Abbey! What are you doing!""You dare have fun at a crucial time like this! Trash!"She angrily throws her bag at Adam.The slut next to him has been screaming in shock.Several uniformed men push into the room, forcibly guiding the woman out."Let me go! Let me go! My clothes!"A guard throws a blanket to cover her reddened body, a result of the customer's lustful att
(20 years ago)Mr. Rossie is a war veteran. He managed to return to his territory safely, thanks to a miracle.On the day of his return, Mr. Rossie brought a boy who was said to have saved his life. The child managed to prevent Mr. Rossie from stepping on a mine hidden in the hunting area, and as a sign of gratitude, Mr. Rossie took the brave child to his Mansion.The child's name is Clark.Mr. Rossie once said, "I want you to be a light, like brave children in general." These words left an impression on Clark, who then vowed to protect the Rossie family for the rest of his life.Several years passed, and Clark became a brave teenager who became Mr. Rossie's wingman. He carefully observed the situation in Rossie County before finally starting his first assignment as a supervisor at a very young age.The Master trusted him to give him such a big responsibility. Most of the Mansion's territory was handed over to him. Clark became a respected figure and played an essential role in the sec
Over time, far from the Rossie region, Clark honed himself through various physical and weapons training, seeking self-preparation and employment. He joined mercenaries, undertaking dirty jobs for a handful of coins—stealing, killing, kidnapping—embracing the problematic work with his acquired skills. The promises made by the Big Boss faded away, leaving Clark detached from the once-promising opportunities.Nearly a decade passed, and the teenager became a mature, resentful man. One day, a proposition arose to eliminate a young lady, but Clark refused. Despite being a mercenary, he adhered to a principle: no harm to women or minors. Pressured by circumstances, Clark reluctantly listened to his potential client's request, only to discover it was the Young Master who had once slandered him, nearly taking his life.Renamed Agent C, Clark recognized the face despite the Young Master's aging. Today marked their first meeting in ten years. "So, whom do you want me to eliminate?" The Young Ma
Decapitating the Young Master was a routine task for Clark.The man fell with a single sword stroke.Clark was a cold-blooded killer, unhesitant to be covered in blood when necessary.Yet, the turmoil in his chest persisted.Emptiness and anger still roiled within him.Clark sought revenge on the Rossie family for shattering the dreams they once promised.He felt deceived by the unfulfilled promises of a brighter future.This drove him to seek vengeance on the family that had given him false hope.If only the Big Boss hadn't adopted him or whispered sweet words like honey, Clark wouldn't feel like a parasite.Expectations clashed with reality.His once-fiery dreams lay shattered, and his high expectations crumbled into dust.The disparity between promises and reality was painfully apparent as if his existence had been belittled.Eventually, Clark had to become a mercenary to continue his life.In despair and rage, Clark could not embrace the dark figure he never imagined.Strategic and