One eyebrow of Regis shot up. “Oh really? So there’s someone more annoying than me?” He teased, chuckling softly.Amora shot him a sharp look, making him stop laughing.“So, what’s bothering you about this person? Can’t you just relax like you do with me?” Regis reminded her.“She’s not just annoying, Regis. She’s really mean!” Amora replied, her emotions spilling over.Regis furrowed his brow, now even more curious about who she meant. “In that case, you should just make her regret it. What can’t you do right now, Amora?”Amora rolled her eyes. She knew she was above Lisa's status, but she didn’t know how to silence the woman’s arrogance.“What do you think I should do to make her stop bragging?” Amora asked, seeking his opinion.Regis paused for a moment before answering, “If it were me... I’d shoot her.”Amora let out a long sigh, slapping her forehead for asking such a silly question. “Regis, I think I asked the wrong person,” she replied regretfully.A small chuckle escaped Regis
"Ray, wait a second," Amora interrupted, her voice filled with concern. "Why, Mom? Am I not allowed?" Rayden asked, his eyes looking sad. Amora knew how much Rayden wanted to boast about his dad to his friends, but she thought she needed to clarify things with Regis first. She needed something in writing about Rayden’s status. "It’s not that. I'm not stopping you from telling your friends or your teachers, but … I think it's better if we meet your dad’s family first," Amora replied cautiously. Amora didn’t want to hurt her son's feelings. An anxiety had crept into her mind—she worried that Lorenzo's family might not fully accept Rayden. Even though it was just a worry with no proof, Amora thought it best to clear things up first. Rayden’s tiny hazel eyes studied his mother closely. He didn’t understand why she wanted to meet his father’s family first, but he figured she had her reasons. "There will come a time when you’re officially introduced, Ray. Without you having to shout
Amora's body froze in place, her eyes squeezed shut for several moments as her heart raced uncontrollably. She cursed herself inwardly for being caught by Regis before she could leave the scene. "Amora?" Regis's sharp gaze narrowed as he spotted her back, a smirk slowly forming on his lips. "What are you doing lurking over there, hm? Were you peeping on me?" Immediately, Amora turned to face him. "W-Who’s peeping?!" she retorted, her eyes refusing to glance down. She was afraid of seeing something she shouldn’t. "Oh, really? Because that perverted look on your face says otherwise. Still want to deny it?" Regis teased, wiping the water off his face. Amora clenched her jaw, her teeth grinding in frustration at having given him an opportunity to mock her. "Your eyes must be blurry!" she shot back, her emotions boiling over. But she didn't want to linger there for a verbal sparring match with him. She stomped her feet and intended to head back inside, but in her haste, she bum
Amora could feel a shiver run through her body just from Regis's light touch. ‘Damn!’ she cursed inwardly.She quickly turned her face away from the tempting sight that was messing with her mind. “Well, I thought you weren’t wearing anything,” she muttered.“Why? Would you prefer if I didn’t wear anything?” Regis teased, laughter lacing his words.“No!” Amora shot back, making herself sound even sillier. She rubbed her throbbing temples.Arguing with Regis only made her head spin more. “You should’ve closed your door, so I wouldn’t have walked in,” she blamed him.Regis smirked. “This is my room, Amora. I’ve never bothered with that before.”“But now we’re living together, Regis. You need to get used to it,” she reminded him.A small chuckle escaped Regis's lips. He stepped closer, backing Amora against the transparent glass door behind her. She turned her face away from his hungry gaze.One of Regis's hands rested on the glass door. The other hand grabbed her chin to turn her face to
‘Why does he have to show up at a time like this?’ Amora thought, her heart racing.Her eyes watched Regis anxiously, worried he might realize she had just seen something she shouldn't have.She gulped hard as she took in the sight before her. Regis had just showered, wearing only a towel covering him from the waist down.“C-can't you put on some clothes first before asking me anything?” Amora stammered nervously.She tried to distract Regis from the item she was currently trying to hide with her foot.Amora hoped he wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Regis's sharp gaze easily read the situation. He looked down, his thick eyebrows knitting together when he saw what she was trying to hide.“What’s under your foot, Amora?” he asked, stepping closer.“N-nothing,” she replied, shifting her foot back and stepping on the soft package beneath it.Amora winced inside, cursing her luck. There was no way to escape now since Regis had bent down in front of her.He reached for
“Put me down, Regis!” Amora screamed hysterically.She struggled as Regis carried her over his shoulder. Her head was spinning more and more from being upside down. She could see the black dragon tattoo etched across his back, mocking her.Regis kept walking, ignoring Amora’s futile attempts to hit his back with her weak fists.“Jerk! Put me down! You filthy dragon!”Amora screamed again, fighting back harder, but Regis paid no attention until he threw her onto the bed with a swift motion.“Ow!” Amora winced.She grabbed her forehead, the dizziness from the rough landing overwhelming her. But she couldn’t focus on the pain. Something more threatening was happening right in front of her.Regis had trapped her beneath him. A sly grin stretched across his face, mocking Amora like a helpless rabbit caught in a snare.“Re-Regis, I’m warning you ... don’t try anything!”Amora stretched out her hands, pressing against his exposed, muscular chest right in front of her eyes.“Where’s all that
‘What does he mean? Is he indirectly confessing something?’ Amora’s mind raced in confusion.Her face immediately lowered. She didn’t want Regis to see the blush spreading across her cheeks.Amora glanced at Regis from the corner of her eye. He looked so calm as if nothing was happening. ‘Maybe I’m just overthinking this,’ she thought, sighing quietly.Amora hoped Regis would finish applying the ointment quickly.A few seconds later, Regis’s fingers stopped moving. However, he didn’t release his hand from Amora’s fist. His sharp gaze fell on the left side of her temple, where an old scar was visible.Regis knew that the scar wasn’t recent; it was from a long time ago. Without thinking, his fingers brushed over the scar, causing Amora to flinch and pull away.She quickly adjusted her bangs and cleared her throat. “Thank you—”“How did you get that scar?” Regis interrupted, clearly curious. He sensed there was more to the story behind the scar.“It doesn’t seem like just a regular fall,
Amora furrowed her brow, confused. “What gift are you talking about, Regis? I don’t recall—"“Rayden is the most incredible gift you’ve given me, Amora,” Regis interrupted, leaving her speechless.Amora hadn’t expected Regis to see Rayden as a blessing, just as she did. As she opened her mouth to respond, Regis gently patted the top of her head.“Thank you for holding on until today, Amora."Those words stunned her. The smile spreading across Regis’s face made Amora feel nervous.But his expression of gratitude touched her deeply. She never imagined he would say or do something so unexpected.For years, Amora had hidden the exhaustion and pain that came with seven years of ups and downs, constantly battling through hardships.Other than Emma, no one knew what Amora had gone through. Yet, Regis saw it all so clearly, even though she had never shared a word with him.Because of this, Amora's heart suddenly raced, and her hazel eyes started to feel warm.Regis was taken aback when he saw