Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 29

At night, Farah, who had just finished her bath, opens the wardrobe in Ryan's room. The man had already given permission for Farah to wear her real clothes which was of course too big on her slender body. But Ryan did not want to wear Farah's women's clothes, because it looks striking at the headquarters of the Dark Devil, according to Ryan.

Farah hummed while combing her hair with Ryan's comb. There was a noise in the corridor and a double knock on the door opened, "Dream of a little cat.

"Good night, Keith" Farah replied politely. Somehow Farah was always afraid of the aura of intimidation emanating from the Dark Devil leader. Farah then pulled the blanket and prepared to go to bed after confirming the AC temperature to make it comfortable. Shortly thereafter, Farah is swept away into a dreamland like a sleeping baby.

A few hours later, Farah awakens distracted by the deafening sound of the cannons until Farah covers her head with a pillow. There were footsteps in the corridor and the door opened. The pillow was pulled from the top of Farah's head and thrown to the floor.

"Yes God. There's a woman on my bed". Ryan said, standing in front of Farah.

Farah then pulled the blanket over her head, and deftly Ryan picked it up as well.

"Wake up, sweet lady". Said Ryan. "Your friends are at the beach, waiting for you. Don't you want to be a mafia woman? There's Gege, Gio, Dennis, Mr. Yanka.... They want me to send you to the beach, dressed as a queen. Embarrassingly, they were drunk like the poor thugs hehehe... Or, if you don't want to go to the beach, do I have to invite them here?".

"No! Ryan, please don't ..."

"remarkable. Can you do it again?" ryan said as he sat next to Farah. "Your hoarse voice sounds really tempting in my ears".

Ryan looked at Farah with a smile. Her cheeks are a little red. "They're so drunk, you know? But i'm... I'm just a little-well, I'm just a little drunk hehehe.. Help me take off my shoes, baby".

"Shoes? Are you gonna let him go?"

"of course. I don't sleep in my shoes.

"Look, Ryan..." Farah felt nervous as she watched Ryan take off his shoes.

"Yes, it looks like you're sleepy. Go ahead if you want to sleep, and I'll catch up with you after I clean up, you don't forget this is my bed even if you're in it".

"You.... You're not really gonna sleep here, are you?" asked Farah in despair.

"Geez, you can't be that naive as to think I'm not going to sleep in my own room".

"Please don't sleep here, Ryan!".

"Don't tell me you're going to protest something illogical?" ryan started removing the jacket from his body.

"This is my room. It's only natural that I sleep here, my dear". Ryan's expression was calm and his words were not raving. The man started to open the shirt that wrapped his body.

"I'm going to scream!". Threatening Farah

"As far as you. But, I must remind you that at this base, right now, everyone is trying to sleep drunk. If you make a fuss, someone might come in here and stuff your mouth with their triangle pants that haven't been washed".

Ryan held back his laughter, even though his mouth was glaring at a smile. "Ah, dear. No wonder I surprised you. Your husband doesn't sleep naked, does he?".

Surprised, Farah's face turned flat and showed confusion.

"Richard Cullen's. Vampire husband". Ryan said in a soft and patient voice. "You know what, honey? I'm so tired and a little alcohol makes me want to.. Well. Forgetit. Look, I'm not gonna throw you out of bed. We can share, don't worry."

"Don't be funny" Farah said. "If you go up to this bed, I'll go down".

"You're safer than you think, baby" Ryan stared fixedly at Farah. "Gege took me to the mainland and presented me with a woman, so that I would not touch you. He didn't say it directly, but I guessed it".

Irritatingly. There is so much meaning in it. But Farah shadowed Ryan with women. He was embarrassed and disturbed by the shadow.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Farah" Ryan said, his tone sounding warm and sensual. "Sleep in bed with me".

"No. I'll just sleep on the couch".

"Lit up to you" said Ryan, who finally stopped cleaning himself and immediately put himself in bed.

It didn't take long, the sound of Ryan's regular breathing implied the man had already fallen into a deep sleep. There was nothing Farah could do but turn off the lights and sit on the sofa staring at the window, staring at the moonlight that gave light in the dark sky. Farah then stood up and went to the bathroom to wash her face, but damn it. Her footsteps were tucked until she slipped on the bathroom floor that was still wet.

Farah shouted a little while holding her bumped head. Farah's scream woke Ryan. The man approached her and squatted down. "You hit your head?".

"No" said Farah. "The floor that hit my head".

"God. Your mood is very bad. Looks like you're banging your head hard enough, wait I'll take it..."

"Don't take anything! It's probably just going to be a small bump".

Ryan sighed then helped Farah to stand up and return to the sofa. "Your face is wet." Ryan looked at Farah who rubbed her throbbing head with a close eye. "Be reasonable from now on. Let me help you take off your wet clothes, and get you to bed".

Farah persisted while shaking her head. "Farah, there's enough alcohol in my body... God, I know what I'm drinking. If you think I'm going to play a romp in this room to persuade you like a child, I'm going to pounce on you! You want?!".

Farah shook her head again. "No, I'm still gonna sleep on the couch".

Ryan looked at Farah with his slightly reddish eyes. He rubbed his face and stood up to the wardrobe, picked up a white shirt and gave it to Farah. He lifted Farah's body in the blink of an eye and sat her on the side of the bed. "Change clothes. Take it easy, I won't peek. Although I think you need to know that I have sharp eyesight in the dark." Ryan grinned. "Good night, dear Farah, I'll just sleep on the couch".

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