All Chapters of Twisted Encounter : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ares stared blankly at the photo in his hands, trying to reminisce a memory of her. She had long wavy chestnut hair at waist length. Her deep gray eyes and sharp features complimented together. On her right arm, she was carrying a young boy with a genuine wide smile plastered on his face as his arms were embracing around the woman's neck. The photo was cropped in half, and until now, it is still bugging his mind why would his mother rip this into two, and the other half was missing. With a deep sigh, he returned the album's photo and proceeded to the next page. The album belonged to his mother, safely kept in his vault where he placed all the things she treasured the most. His brows drew closer together when the next photo caught his attention. It was a photo of a young girl. She is wearing a fury winter jacket, holding a snowball looking on the other side like she was about to throw the it into someone. She smiled ear to ear. Even her eyes were glistening

It seems like two days passed quickly before Ares last spoke to the girl. Nevertheless, he also receives updates from William every day even though he doesn't need them. It's as if Willam sent them intentionally; sometimes, he send a photo or video of the girl. There were photographs of Luna in a corner who seemed sad, alone, and lethargic. He didn't even know how she felt at this moment. But there was some part of his mind that worried about the girl. Even if he shouldn't feel it, he shouldn't care about it. A few hours after his return to the estate, he has yet to glimpse the girl's silhouette. He didn't expect to see her. He was just interested in finding out how the girl was doing. He took a deep breath as he approached the door to her room and then decided to knock. However, before he could touch the door, a maid arrived to clean Luna's room before. "She has already left her room,

"Ares, I'd want to sit next to Luna! You've got your own seat!" Chiara was pouting in front of Ares, stomping her feet and pointing to the empty sofa directly in front of the guy. She was enraged. Her brows were squabbling. They agreed to take two private aircraft to Monaco Island, but Ares canceled the one for Chiara and Luna at the last minute. He claims that traveling in a group on a private plane is significantly safer. Chiara wishes to sit next to Luna, but the instant they enter the aircraft, Ares pushes his cousin to the other side and takes the seat next to the lady, who is now in shock. Luna couldn't help giggling. Her lips widened as she tried not to bust out laughing at how the two were behaving in front of her. She sat comfortably close to the window while Ares sat next to her with his legs crossed, pretending not to hear his cousin's rants. "Yah! Ares, change seats, or a bullet will pass through your brain

Luna was humming as she brushed her hair in front of the mirror. Even her eyes were sparkling since she had awoken this morning without having had a terrible dream the night before. Perhaps it was because she was exhausted from their journey the day before that she fell asleep comfortably the minute she lay down in bed last night. Last night? Her hands stopped combing her hair, and she looked directly to her eyes in the mirror after she realized what had happened the previous night. "Ugh! God, Luna, what are you doing!" She sagged to the bed and hid her face, embarrassed by the notion. Her blood was heating up to her cheekbones! She can still feel it! Ares's warm hands massaging her exposed breast, down to her— "Oh my goodness! Please, stop! Please, stop!" She stomped her feet in the air while biting her lower lip. Her recollections are vivid as if they were being recorded.

Ares' face could not be painted on the dining room table. After giving a disgusted reaction to how Chiara called Luna, he walked out of the room. And until they arrived at the restaurant he had reserved for dinner, he never spoke to them even a single word. "Someone is jealous," Liam whispered teasingly while playing with the glass of wine in front of its face. It made Chiara frown, glaring at her cousins while cleaning the table knife with the napkin. The food soon arrived, and Luna was still irritated that Ares didn't even notice her, as if her all existence was transparent to his eyes. She kept peeking to her left side, hoping that somehow their eyes could at least meet. But disappointingly, the man didn't even give her a damn. The atmosphere was silent. Utensils are clashing as the four people on the table mind their own, but Luna is sulking. She purposely cut her steak with a force that finally