The melodies invade his mind and awaken memories from the past. Eden was only a high school boy when he knew Olivia was the one for him. He was so in love with her that he was ready to do everything to make her smile. They used to study together in the library, and sometimes, he would invite her to
The bouncer checks their IDs and invitations and lets them inside. Harvey is excited tonight as he can finally party without worrying about his exams. Also, this nightclub is fancier than the ones he's used to going to. The velvet walls are literally shaking because of the loud music, and it sends v
A waiter interrupts them by offering a martini to Harvey. "It's from that guy over there. The red shirt," Harvey looks around and finds a man raising his glass at him. He does the same, and he was ready to take a sip when Eden stopped him by grabbing his wrist. "Don't you ever learn?" he frowns.
Eden smashes the button and anxiously waits for the elevator to get him to the top of the building. His fingers shakily tap the walls as he starts expecting the worst. It was just a matter of minutes, and something unexpected happened. Did someone steal his phone and typed the text when he was helpi
Harvey looks down and widens his eyes when he sees Eden's blue shirt covered with blood. "E—Eden?" he almost faints, but the bodyguards grabs his shoulders and mumbles 'run'. "But...oh my god, he shot you..." Harvey is breathless as he sees the blood flowing from Eden's clothes, "Oh shit..." "RUN
"I'm such a coward, Henry," Harvey speaks with a weak voice, "He told me to run, and I did it." "As you should," Henry says, "He saved you, Young Master." "They shot him because of me," Harvey rests his head against the seat and cries. Henry doesn't say a word. He knows it's not Harvey's fault, b
Eden groans as the effect of the anaesthetic start to fade. It feels like a sword is piercing his lower abdomen. He slowly opens his eyes and realises his hand is attached to a device. He looks around, and, little by little, he understands he's in a hospital room. But it doesn't look like the regula
"Well, isn't he?" Henry lifts a brow. "He is, but the Chairman didn't look happy about it." "As long as you keep it professional, as he said. I don't think it's going to be a problem. Work is work after all," "Yeah," Eden sighs, "How is he, by the way? Did he see a doctor?" Henry nods, "Nothing