"Liar, liar..." Savannah Lea was caught in Callan Handerson's embrace. As if she had lost her mind, she kept on repeating the word 'liar' over and over again. "What are you saying?" Callan lowered his head and leaned towards her lips. He tried to hear the words coming out of her mouth, then, a subtle smile formed on his lips. "Who are you scolding? I don't think that I've ever lied to you, instead, I think it was the other way around." Savannah closed her eyes and her tears escaped again. "He lied to me! How could he have lied to me! How can he just leave me alone like this?" Savannah covered her face with her hands and cried painfully, "Why did he do it? I promised him that I would always be there for him! Why, why did he do this to me?" Her mindless words earned a sneer from Callan. He pulled her hands away from covering her face and growled in his low voice, "Now that you realize how he treated you, what's the point in saying all this? What's wrong with you?
The crystal chandelier reflected into Savannah Lea's eyes, and its radiance made her look even more endearing than before. Savannah raised her chin to look at Callan Handerson, there was a bitterness that originated from her chest to her throat, she twitched her mouth, as if wanted to say something but held herself back. "Do you have something to say to me?" Callan eagerly noticed the change in her facial expression, like a well-accustomed lover. "Can I, can I ask you a question?" Savannah stammered, she suddenly lacked the confidence to speak out, because from the very moment that she had agreed to his demands, they were never going to be equals in the relationship. He was a buyer, and she was his product. "Ask away." Callan nodded in affirmation. "Do you have any requests? Don't worry about it, from this moment on, I will satisfy whatever it is that you want." His lips came dangerously close to her cheeks when he spoke and made Savannah feel very uncomfo
That afternoon, Savannah Lea woke up from a nap and felt extremely thirsty. She then headed downstairs to grab a cup of water in her pajamas. Based on her past observations, the servants would not be hanging around in the main building during this hour. Hence, she went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. Just as she was almost done, the latched door creaked open. It was Nick Jonah, followed by Callan Handerson's signature rigid and majestic presence. He's back! Savannah was startled, what was she going to do? She had to pass through the living room if she wanted to make her way upstairs, but she just was dressing in only her pajamas! Why did he have to show up right now? Callan didn't notice Savannah at all; the serious look on his face and his cold gaze suggested that he was not in a very good mood. His thick eyebrows were furrowed, which made him look even gloomier than usual. He turned around with a low growl, "Come in!" A young man foll
"President, can you sign this first? We need it urgently, Mr. Jonah has been asking for it repeatedly." As it was almost noon time, Savannah Lea had submitted a document for Callan Handerson's signature. He looked through it, signed it and then returned it to her. She was on her way out when Callan grabbed her by the waist, "P-president?" She asked. What was he trying to do? They were in an office for goodness sake! Though there wouldn't be anyone barging into the room, it was still a place for work. "Are you feeling better today?" Callan asked as he held her in his arms. Savannah's mind went blank. It has been a few days since she told him that she wasn't available for intimacy, and they parted ways resentfully. Callan hadn't been intimate with her these recent few days, so why was he acting up again? It seemed like Callan only ever had one purpose for her, and it was her youthful body! It was impossible for her to hide from him forever. "Mmm." Savannah L
Callan Handerson was all tensed up in his Rolls Royce, his features looked more contoured, and his jawlines sharp as a knife. Tyler Handerson sat beside him; stole a glance every now and then, and said cautiously, "Third Uncle, Vannah will be fine. Mr. Fawkes is after me. He must have seen us move to and fro the villa and he misunderstood her to be my lover... You know as well as I do, that under your strict supervision these days, there has been no other woman around me except for Vannah." Callan lowered his gaze to look at his nephew, and he said, "Why are you calling her Vannah? Are you two very close?" "Uh, not at all!" Tyler couldn't figure out why his Third Uncle was so focused on something as insignificant as a nickname. "What should I call her then?" Callan couldn't wrap his head around it either, he just couldn't help but felt that it was a little too intimate for his nephew to address Savannah with a nickname! It made him feel very uncomfortable, so he
Savannah Lea felt weak all over her body; the bridesmaids helped to hold her walk down from to the main stage. The wedding ceremony went on as usual. From the everyone else's perspective, it was a typical wedding where the Poker King Samuel Fawkes welcomed a second wife into his family. But offstage, Callan Handerson maintained a cold gaze, with a champagne glass in his hand as he chugged down the beverage in one gulp! He thought to allow Samuel to go on with his little games a little longer. There was a text from Nick Jonah, saying that he has found where Savannahwas being held. Callan went around the guests flawlessly and made sure he found the right time to drink with Samuel. As the ceremony was nearly over, Callan took Tyler with him as they quietly exited the yard and made their way to the bridal chamber. "Master Handerson." Nick had been waiting at the door. Several bodyguards lay on the floor, all of which were subdued by Nick alone. Callan frowned
It was a massacre waiting to happen. Savannah Lea was being held hostage in the middle of the battlefield. She was freaking out, because she had never seen such a scene unravel before her eyes in the past! Callan Handerson was moving so quickly that Savannah was having trouble locating him amidst the crowd. By the time she had found him, he had already leaped into the air, swept his legs and kicked two of Samuel Fawkes' men who were grabbing onto her. Savannah limped as she lost support; her body fell to the ground. Callan tilted his figure slightly and reached out with his left hand just in time to catch her by the waist as he embraced her in his arms. Out of instinct, Savannah held onto Callan's waist as she squirmed her way into his chest. She looked up at him and came face to face with his stubble and protruding Adam's apple, an unspeakable emotion that she couldn't quite explain stirred in her heart. Callan held a gun in one hand, and with Savannah in the o
The atmosphere was a little awkward in the room. Callan Handerson coughed lightly, tilted his chin and gestured at Savannah Lea. "Ahem, it's time for dinner." "Oh." Savannah pursed her lips as she prepared the table, putting the dishes that she brought onto the table one by one. "Let's eat!" She handed a set of cutlery to Callan, but he did not take them. "You... you're asking me to do it myself?" Callan looked at the cutlery, amused. Savannah blinked and nodded. "Of course, if not then what else?" She thought silently. Callan frowned and didn't utter a word. "..." Savannah was baffled. What was he insinuating? Callan dismissed the astonishment in Savannah's eyes, thinking that she might not have caught on so he gestured again, this time with his eyes, "I'd like a sip of the soup, please." He wanted her to feed him! Savannah felt defeated by the man in front of her. His left shoulder was injured, but he should still be able to move