IN THE CAGE

67. PROPOSALS

...FAWN...

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Larson's dead-is the news I secretly caught from Ace and Carcel's conversation at the door. I don't know who Larson is, but this isn't the first time I've heard that guy's name. I've heard about him through Miss Margot and David on the phone. That, the reason David disappeared was for the sake of stalking the figure named Larson.

I thought that figure might be an important person, but seeing Ace's undisturbed look on the face made me doubt again. Maybe not that important.

While Ace went out and continued his affairs with Carcel, I sat quietly on the lip of the bed. I dry my hair again with a confused head. I don't know what I'm confused about, to be honest. After all, this matter is none of my business at all. But, somehow an uncomfortable sensation crept in my heart. Makes me think of Ace. I hope that situation doesn't affect him.

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About two hours passed when Ace left me. I, who was nowhere to go, was circling in Ace's room while Butter was following me. Butter wants to be pampered, but my mind and mood are not in the fashion of wanting to worship him. I was agitated and agitated, without clarity.

When I glanced at the hour that was already close to 12pm, I thought it was time for me to go to sleep. I can't wait for Ace anymore. Also, why should I wait for him?

I grimaced at my own thoughts. As fast as lightning I ran towards the bathroom and washed my face. I brush my teeth while occasionally hitting my head in the mirror. The man I thought of Ace was a disgusting oddity. I don't know what's wrong with me. I must be crazy!

"Clean your brains, Fawnia. Then sleep. Okay!" I'm talking to myself. Hands patting cheeks. After those words were stuck in my head, I decided to get out of the bathroom.

"I'm surprised you haven't slept at this hour." Ace greeted me while putting the red satin sleeping robe on his plain body. I squeaked dislike of his existence and rolled my eyes. Is sleeping in satin pajamas very comfortable? Isn't that slippery and stuffy?

"Is there a rule when I should sleep?" I beat him up and jumped into bed.

"Nothing, it's just that, you usually go to bed early."

Well, that's true.

"I'm tired of sleeping, so I'm choosing to sleep longer tonight. What problem?"

Ace sniffs his head, "Not really."

"So..." I pulled the blanket up to my waist. Damn, why is that satin robe so charming.

I was satisfied to check the man's closet, but never in the slightest did I find the robe attractive. But why was it when Ace who wore the robe became so extraordinary? Is there any magic I don't know or are those burly muscles just looking beautiful in red?

Fawn! Wake up! Be aware!

"What's going on?" I-for the sake of stopping to think of Ace Hunter's chest being exposed through the slit of his robe that was only loosely stuck in his body-replacing the topic. I'm not interested in that guy's muscles.

"It's not that important" Ace said. Does he want to keep everything from me?

"I heard someone named Larson died."

"You have good hearing" Ace leaned against the door of his closed closet. Elegant crossed hands in front of chest. His eyes highlighted me in a shade-like forest in the autumn that provided calmness.

"Does that have anything to do with Angga's boss?"

"Is that what you're worried about? Aggara?"

"Ti-not really. I just..., just...," worried about you, no. Don't say anything stupid!

"Just calm down, this has nothing to do with Angga. Not directly." Ace said cynically. "You're very loyal, aren't you? I'm envious."

"Well, how else. I'm the employee." I don't want to say that. It wouldn't be funny if Ace knew the person who had made me anxious was him. He could laugh to death. Miss Margot will kill me later because she killed her sister.

"Is that person very important? You left right away when you got information about him?"

"Uncle Jack's coming, I can't possibly not go. Even though it was just discussing the rat carcass, I should still come to honor my uncle."

"You and your uncle are very close, "I'm a little amazed.

"A respectful relationship is different from a close relationship you think." Ace came to bed. He filled his position beside me and leaned on the head of the bed. The red satin caught my attention again. Damn, it was very smooth on his skin. Real good.

"Are you okay?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "That's a reasonable question, isn't it?"

"Well..," Ace hung up his words for a moment as he smiled. Maybe he's laughing at me. I don't know what's wrong!

"I'm good, Fawnia. You don't have to worry about me."

"I'm not worried about you." Why is he big head?

"Fine, then."

I was silent for a moment. Even though half my body was covered in blankets, I had no intention of going to sleep. My eyes are as fresh as cucumbers, I think I can do acrobatic gymnastics with the energy I have now.

"There's still something you want to ask?" Ace read me like an open book. His pair of dark netra highlighted me attentively. I could also feel her warm fingers greeting my nape. Or rather, the hair that was on my neck? He rubbed the strands of my hair that I let dry without me combing.

"Are you going to be angry if I ask?" I looked towards Ace while gulping. No, I did not gulp because I was tempted by his abs. I gulped because I was nervous.

"I'll listen to you. As long as you don't ask me to release you, I think I can hear any questions."

"What kind of talk is that," I don't believe at all. "I was just wondering, what is the death of this Larson-having anything to do with the death of your parents?"

Shit, my lips were shaking so nervously.

"So that's what you want to know," Ace again gave a smile. "The answer is no."

"Oh?" So no.

"Not directly. The death of my parents was thanks to someone who was good at pulling the strings behind the curtains, Fawn. I believe Larson is just one of the many pawns that people use."

"You must be very stressed."

I could have fought with many people, massacred and wiped the lives of anyone without feeling shy. But if it were to deal with strategy and manipulation disputes, I might die early. Like Ace said, I'm a moron. I won't be able to live by racking my brain. Growing muscle is easier than growing an IQ.

"really. Now..., do you want to massage my head?"

"I'd rather crush him." I rolled my eyes.

"You're so mean." Ace spoke without reflecting at all. That fucker.

"By the way..." I'm talking again. My mouth is like a car with uncontrolled brakes. I must be very death-seeking.

"What are you going to do after revenge?"

"What, yeah...? Looking for a wife?!"

"HUH, SERIOUSLY?" I was surprised.

"Why? Do you want to nominate yourself?"

"..."

W-did Ace just propose to me?

"If you agree, we can get married tonight if you want."

"Very funny. I'm gonna die laughing." I held back my expression to not stay flat. There's no way Ace proposed to me. You moron. What was I thinking?

"I am serious..." Ace shook my head, pushing my temple with his index finger before rolling his eyes. "I'm disappointed."

No, 100 percent! He must not be serious!

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