
“Aaargh!” cleo screeched through the objects on the nightstand until broken glass scattered on the floor. His hand moved to pull his own hair until it was a little messy. Also his eyes are reddened to remove clear liquid.
“Basic cheap women! I will definitely finish you off!” Shouts, cries and laughter fused which made Cleo seem even more messy. Here the make up that adorns his face has been washed away by tears and sweat.
“What's up, Cleo? What happened?” Flora's mother entered the room after hearing the sound of broken glass from outside. The woman approached her daughter, sliding some broken glass into the corner of the room with her shoes. “What's wrong with you?”
"I think I'm going crazy, Mom."
Flora's mother took Cleo to sit on the sofa to make her daughter calmer. Yet Cleo still looked crazy. He grabbed a bottle of wine on the table and poured it into a glass. Spend it in one gulp.
“My plan will be destroyed. I'm really going to lose Evan.”
“What do you mean? Why did you say your plan would be ruined?” ask Flora's mother confused.
Cleo wiped the tears, then poured another drink until Mother Flora had to seize it. Otherwise, Cleo could spend the night drinking intoxication.
“Hanna, Mom. He's back!”
Instantly the middle-aged woman's face paled hearing the name of her stepson called. His entire body even trembled. “What do you mean Hanna's back?Is he in Istanbul?”
“No, Mom ... He's in Amasya! Guess what I found!”
“What did you find?” Mother Flora's eyes squinted, her eyebrows twitched together to form an arrow, coupled with the panic drawn on Cleo's face - which further added to the curiosity.
“She has a pair of twins.”
“Then why if Hanna had twins? Isn't that nice? It means he's married, right? So she won't be your hindrance anymore.”
Cleo became even more crazy to hear her mother's words. He stood up and ransacked whatever was left. Shouting all his might to unravel the frustration and despair that increasingly shackled him. Flora's mother even had to hug her to stop yelling and throwing things around her.
“The twins are Evan's children, Mom. They have a face very similar to Evan. Evan also has twin genes. It's definitely the kid's his son.”
Still in a state of complete disbelief, Mother Flora looked doubtfully at Cleo. “Are you sure? You're not drunk, are you?”
“I wish I was drunk! What am I supposed to do now? If Evan finds out the child is his son, he will definitely chase after Hanna again and worse will marry her.”
Flora's mother hugged Cleo and tried to calm her down. Until a while later took off a hug and wiped away the tears flowing down Cleo's face.
"Try to calm down, Cleo. We'll find a way out." Mother Flora glanced at some of the luggage that had been prepared beforehand. The plan is this afternoon they will move out of the hotel and stay at Evan's house. "Better now you get ready. Aren't we moving into Evan's house?"
"Who said?" The voice of a man made Cleo's eyes widen and reflexively turned to the source of the voice. Evan is on the doorstep with Osman and several other men. "I remind you never to set foot in my house. Because Hanna and my kids are coming back."
"Evan ..." Nervous, Cleo wiped away the tears, as well as trying to justify her extremely messy appearance.
While Mother Flora was no longer able to say anything, looking down embarrassed like being caught committing a great sin.
"Evan me-"
"I already know everything. You can do this to your own sister." Evan unsheathed a sharp gaze that made Cleo feel her body split apart. The woman looked down. His tongue felt stiff and could no longer even say a word.
"I-I'm sorry, Evan. I just don't want to lose you." His hand stretched out to grab Evan's wrist, but two large men suddenly came in the way, until Cleo took a few steps back.
"You don't have to waste time and defend yourself! I remind you, never bother Hanna or my kids!"
Like a bolt of lightning, Cleo's body trembled violently. This was the first time he had seen that murderous gaze.
"Osman, have your men take care of them tonight. One more thing, make sure they can't reach Hanna or my kids anytime! If you need to make a hospital stay."
"Good, Sir."
Evan then left followed by several other men, while Osman gave instructions to some of his men. Cleo goosebumps full of fear at the thought of what her fate would be like after this. He knew how dangerous Osman and his men were.
"Miss Cleo and Miss Flora ... For your own safety, please pack your belongings and come with us" said one fat man.
"Where are you taking us?" tanya Cleo stammered.
"Relax, Miss ... You're still lucky because Mr. Azkara is a doctor. So he won't give you orders to kill you."
Instead of becoming calmer, the man's words made Cleo and her mother even more frightened.
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