Chapter 16
What is going on? Why does Sion behave weirdly? At one moment he is ready to fight for her tooth and nail and in the next moment he is as cold as ice, always bringing the contract in between about their shady marriage.
“Tisra is mine.” The wolf growled. Sion looked beside Safia. Something was going on in his head. In a whirlwind his wolf was out. There was a long conversation between the duo and then later Sion came back.
Safia knew no matter what he wasn't going to tell her what happened between the two of them. She took two steps forward, her eyes glowing like live embers. "So you did a background check on me."
Sion maintained his silence, returning her fierce gaze with an air of nonchalance that infuriated her.
She nodded, her lips tightening. "If you hadn't, I would have been amazed. After living with you for twenty days, at least this much I know about you: people of your category can't trust anyone. You're a paralyzed billionaire." The words dripped out of her with venom.
Sion was taken aback, but she didn’t let him speak. "Physical disability can be healed, but what about mental illness? That's why rich, self-conceited men like you depend on these machines for data." She gestured to the computer.
"When a ship starts drowning, the first ones to leave are the mice living inside it. You're one of them. You stay friends as long as people are useful to you and desert them once your work is over. A fair-weather friend. Isn't that right about Guild Wade?" Sion was back on the ground. A nerve popped out on his throat as he restricted the urge to throw her out the window.
"I'm warning you, Sion Canes. Don't go there. You know nothing about my past except the information your private investigator brought you. But sometimes what you read or think may not be the truth."
"Oh, is it? Tell me then, what is the truth? I want to know. Didn't he give you a good f—" Before he could finish, a sharp sting on his cheek stopped him cold. She'd slapped him. As his hand reached for her, she turned and ran.
"Safia, you've done enough. Come back! I warn you for the last time, if you step out of my house, you will not be able to return. Your company will be bankrupt overnight because I'll withdraw my share right this moment. You and your dad will be on the streets by tomorrow." He roared, his voice laced with the fury of a brewing volcano.
But she didn't stop. She didn't look back. She shut the door behind her and was gone.
Sion’s words hung in the air. His legs gave up, and he collapsed into a chair, his head in his hands. A soft growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of defeat. He waited, staring out the window, but the girl was as stubborn as an ox. She didn't return, and his anxiety mounted. Is she going to be safe?
He couldn't concentrate on work. No amount of pep talk helped. He finally gave up, his hands turning into mighty fists. He didn't know if it was anger, worry, or affection he felt for her.
Two hours passed. He tried to track her phone, but she'd left it in the house. Where did she go? The city is unknown to her, but her ego is bigger than the Great Wall of China. Stupid girl. Does she have any idea how unsafe it is to be out so late?
He couldn't stand it anymore. Grabbing his keys, he scurried to the car and started the engine. He scoured the dark streets, searching for any trace of her. Nothing. He ended up in front of a bar. Would she be here? The stubborn cat can do anything to make my hackles rise, he thought, and stepped inside.
The place was a chaotic mess of music, cigarette smoke, and the smell of alcohol. He pushed through the crowd, his eyes desperately searching for her. Then he heard it—a soft, slurred voice cutting through the blaring music. He'd recognize that tone even in his sleep. And there she was, blabbering to the bartender, fueled by liquid courage.
For a moment, Sion's legs were rooted to the spot. He just wanted to stand there, etching her image into his memory so he would never lose it.
He walked up to her with a deep sigh. "Having fun with Johnny Walker?"
"Hey, handsome! I was just talking about you to the bartender," she slurred.
He saw at least ten empty shot glasses in front of her. "Come on, Safia, you've had enough. Let's go home now."
"Sir, I was telling her the same thing," the bartender said helplessly. "She wouldn't listen. She was continuously muttering something and crying to herself."
Safia giggled. "You talk about the devil, and he is right here."
"Stop it, Safia. You're not in your senses." Sion went to pull her from the bar stool.
"What are you doing? Don't touch me! You're a bad guy." She poked his nose with her forefinger, pushing him away.
"Good or bad, we will talk about it tomorrow. Why did you take your sandals off?" He knelt to fix them, but she wouldn't cooperate.
"You will get it today. I will teach you a lesson you will not forget for a decade," he whispered, gritting his teeth, and tried to help her walk out.
"I wanted to call you, sir, but ma'am didn't have her phone and she wouldn't give me your number," the bartender said.
Sion felt a rush of relief. At least the bartender didn't know who she was talking about. And he didn't seem to recognize him. "It's okay. There was no media here, I suppose?" Sion asked, going tense. And then, all of a sudden, a flash of light exploded.
Sion looked around with fear and then…
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