Indeed, the saying, "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned," was true.Nonetheless, I couldn't understand why it had to be this way.Colin was clearly upset, so I brought him to my room to calm down instead of letting him leave. With his emotions in a volatile state, he was in no condition to drive, and I couldn't risk his safety.After spending two nights in the village, I had grown accustomed to the absence of bathing amenities, but for Colin, who had only been there for one night, the simplicity of washing with only cold water was far from ideal.The hotel room had the heat on high, making us feel sticky and uncomfortable. Colin had always prided himself on being clean, so I ushered him into the bathroom for a well-deserved soak in a hot bath.The bathroom had a frosted glass wall separating it from the rest of the room. While Colin was inside, I took the opportunity to wash his clothes. After thoroughly cleaning them, I put them
"Uh… Your clothes are done. Do you want to put them on now?" I blurted out, trying to steer the conversation away from suggestive undertones. I shook the freshly dried pair of his underwear in my hand for emphasis.Colin's already intense gaze grew darker as he focused on my hand. "Why put them on if I'm just going to take them off again? It's better not to wear them at all, don't you think so, Baby?" he murmured, moving even closer until our faces were nearly touching.The heat radiating from his body, combined with the moisture still clinging to his skin, made my head spin and my ears buzz.I could feel my body temperature rising, and my legs trembled involuntarily.Colin's words left me speechless.That night, Colin was the epitome of tenderness. He didn't push the limits but held me gently, showering me with soft kisses and caresses. His voice was a low, sultry serenade like the sonorous melody of a cello played amidst a garden of jasmine in the dead of night.Colin's sce
Standing together, Andrew exuded confidence and masculinity, while Queenie was like a Southern Belle with a soft, gentle grace. They truly complemented each other perfectly.In the well-lit airport hall at night, the sparse traffic of travelers was a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of daytime. Under the soft lights, Andrew's features were exquisite and refined, his face filled with indulgence as he gazed lovingly at Queenie. Like a snapshot in time, the moment seared itself into my memory. It drew forth recollections of similar instances where Colin's gaze would meet mine, his presence unwavering whenever I turned around.What is love? This query had echoed in the minds of many, including myself, yet the answer often remained elusive.However, my trip to Lagado gave me a deeper understanding of love, and I found my answer now.The essence of true love was a union of patience and acceptance.For those truly in love, the wait for their beloved was never a burden, and time
Queenie and I exchanged glances, both of us speculating on the kind of person and incident that would make these typically indifferent individuals pause to discuss.Zara's unresponsiveness and absence from home intensified our worries about her safety, so I decided to call her again. This time, she picked up promptly. In the background, there was chaos—someone was sobbing, and faint sounds of an argument could be heard.Zara sounded flustered, explaining that she was at the hospital and the injured person wasn't her. She urged me not to worry and to stay put before abruptly ending the call.Given the circumstances, the neighborhood incident was likely connected to Zara.In Jinovy, besides me and Queenie, Zara only knew the Moyers. Considering that Winston and Zara weren't particularly close, we surmised that the troublemaker was Chris, the big jerk.I hastily threw my luggage into the apartment, washed my face, changed my jacket, and headed to the hospital.The emergency room w
Zara gestured toward a group of people and explained, "Those are Chris' uncles and relatives. They've been arguing since they arrived but haven't said anything worthwhile. "They're too scared to come over and confront me, so they're just bickering over there endlessly. The nurses have tried to quiet them down several times, but their pleas fell on deaf ears, and the chaos continued.""If they've got a problem, they should call the police. All this yelling is pointless. They're just cowards. It seems the entire family lacks decency. It's disgusting," Queenie chimed in. Her straightforward nature and sense of justice made her despise such behavior."Pointless? It's obvious they're doing it for one reason—compensation. Every word out of their mouths is about their injured family member and how they need to be compensated. It's all about the money. Their blatant greed is nauseating." Zara scoffed.I couldn't fathom their behavior. Andrew had mentioned that although the Moyer family di
As Zara recounted the events, her face contorted with disgust as if she had stepped on something vile. It was clear that Chris' behavior had thoroughly repulsed her.Not even I could imagine the usually cold and composed Chris resorting to such desperate and dramatic antics. He wouldn't have made those choices if he truly loved Zara as he claimed. To come crawling back now just seemed pathetic.I couldn't tell if Chris' suicidal threats were a misguided attempt to show love or simply regret upon realizing he had been duped. Either way, it was too little, too late. Zara was not a garbage bin for broken, discarded junk.Just then, the red light above the emergency room door went out. A doctor wearing a chief physician's tag emerged, and Chris' father stood up to inquire about his son's condition. The doctor mentioned that Chris had arrived just in time, as another five minutes could have made it impossible to save him. He instructed the family to take good care of Chris.Hearing th
In this battle between righteousness and malice, it was clear that righteousness held the upper hand. In my opinion, a significant part of this advantage stemmed from Zara's imposing uniform.Even the Moyer family, with all their bluster, seemed to hesitate in the face of Zara's unwavering presence. They knew better than to cross the line and face legal repercussions.Perhaps it was Zara's icy demeanor or the authority her uniform represented, but the voices of those who spoke against her gradually lowered, ultimately falling into a tense silence. Eventually, they turned to look at each other. Their faces still bore the marks of anger, yet no one dared to utter another word.I couldn't help but see them as a bunch of cowards who were just bluffing when they claimed to seek justice."Have you all finished?" Zara stepped forward, her eyes sweeping over the crowd.With a disdainful smile, she asked, "You all claim I am responsible for Chris' current state, but do you have any proof
Nonetheless, I didn't care if there was conflict. After all, it was their fault, to begin with, and I needed to speak up. Otherwise, they might think Zara was an easy target. That was what good friends were for—to show unwavering support when it mattered most.My words seemed to strike a nerve as Chris' parents' expressions darkened. Chris' mother, in particular, looked enraged. Her face was flushed, and her neck bulged as she raised her bejeweled hand to respond.Just then, a weak voice interrupted. Chris, who had just woken up, spoke hoarsely, his voice grating like rough stones rubbing together. "Dad, Mom, stop it. I don't want any compensation."His mother looked at him. "You foolish boy, look at what she's done to you! How can you not ask for compensation? If it weren't for her, would you be lying here suffering?""Mom, I did this to myself. Zara didn't hurt me. Zara, I'm sorry for everything. You can go home now. I'll come find you once I'm better." Chris struggled to raise h