Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 34

Last night, Farah heard Ryan whispering love words to her in the dreamland, whether it was real or not, Farah was not sure. But, in the empty space inside her soul, Farah prayed that the seeds of Ryan's attraction towards her would develop into something bigger. And when morning was the time to return to her senses, Farah put away all her grandiose hopes. Whatever kindness Ryan's current gaze may seem, there's nothing as pure as love or as flawed as passion, as if Ryan has decided to ignore his insatiable passion. Ryan built a fortress between them, not because it would protect Ryan and Farah himself, but because that was the most logical thing to do.

In the eyes of Ryan who was looking at her warmly, in the line of her sensual lips, there was no sign that Ryan was going through an inner war to deny the pleasure he felt because of their kiss yesterday and Farah's change that was involved in the kiss. Oh, no, their relationship has no hope, Farah was already aware of that before she even knew of Ryan's involvement in the military of the country where she was born. There's no hope.

After finishing observing Farah closely, Ryan said, "If I may guess, and I have a good guess... My guess is that Will won't wave a hand to Gio just because Gio is trying to ruin you, so I guess the opposite is true. You persuaded Gi to do what Will didn't like?"

If it's in terms of guessing, there's no one better than Ryan. Farah tried not to show any emotion, Ryan's gaze remained calm and bewildering. Farah was not at all sure of her calm demeanor whether it worked or not. Ryan's hand was stretched out onto his shoulder, and squeezed it gently. Farah felt the caress of Ryan's hand, and the warmth of the man who penetrated entered slowly into her cold body. It was an obvious fact that Ryan could touch Farah and still not pull her into the man's arms to do anything more. As Ryan spoke again, the man's voice sounded very soft, "Forget it. Just don't do anything stupid, dear Farah. If you're not who you deny you are - and I can start believing you, there's nothing you need to fear from me. You know, I've changed my mind. I'll check the truth of your story, and if what you're saying is true."

"What do you mean?" farah asked in a hurry.

"Don't worry" Ryan said. "I think you'll be able to see his wish."

No, I won't be able to get through it, Farah thought. Especially if it has something to do with the picture of you I gave to the government of my country. Are you gonna find out? I don't want to be here when you find out, Farah muttered with an erratic feeling.

Despite his hesitation and embarrassed face, Farah still said, "About yesterday...." A smile on Ryan's lips. "It took a very learned man to be able to detect where my common sense was at the time, but you were able to arouse my passion faster than any other woman ever did."

"Why?"

"I think"- Ryan's hand left Farah's left shoulder. "That has to do with the way you fell on the bathroom floor." Ryan's words, though they sound friendly yet not serious. Farah stood up and started walking towards the door.

"Ryan?". Farah turned towards Ryan, where the man was standing, a silhouette by the window. "Are you really going back by ship to the mainland?".

"You listened carefully, huh?" ryan said with a smile. "Yes. I'm gonna go. Why?"

"Are you on a certain mission this time?". Ask Farah carefully.

"What would the intelligence officers talk about with mafias like you?" ask Farah.

"Hmm. if Keith's information is correct, that intelligence has information for something I need."

Farah looked at Ryan with deep thought, It's not safe to ask this man too many questions, even so, Ryan couldn't possibly suspect my curiosity, right?, Farah muttered inwardly.

"Is that how intelligence works for his country? Always embrace people who can bring profit but can also stab them in the back?".

Ryan stepped slowly with a gentle look at Farah. "Sometimes we do need a truce to get a deal, my dear".

"You'd better leave this room now before I can't help myself anymore. Have a nice day". Said Ryan subtly asking Farah out of the room.

An hour later, from behind the coconut trees that had poked high around the pier, Farah saw a handsome and handsome Ryan climb onto the ship with a number of Dark Devil men.

That day the weather got worse. The drizzling rain fell on the high and dark choppy sea water, and the air was thickly misty. The cold did not reach Farah because she was wearing Ryan's very thick fur coat.

Farah was just about to stop observing, as she realized there was another small boat moving like a shadow between the waves. As the boat approached, he was able to recognize the passenger inside, Mr. Yanka, chief engineer of the Dark Devil headquarters. Apparently, Mr. Yanka used a boat that was stopping for fishing. However, a bad sound must have left Pak Yanka desperate, as he pedaled his boat paddle back to the ship, tied it to the corner of the ship and quickly climbed up onto the deck. For more than an hour, Farah kept pacing around under the drizzle from behind the coconut tree. The boat is still there. Farah wondered why they did not take the boat up, especially with the storm that seemed to be coming soon. Mr. Yanka must have forgotten to lift the boat he used for fishing. Mr. Yanka seems to have a tendency to easily lose interest in all things unrelated to engineering. If the boat is damaged by a storm, Kevin, the head of security, may reprimand Mr. Yanka. Burdened by disturbing emotions, Farah goes to remind Mr. Yanka of the neglected boat. However, Farah stopped her steps because of a new idea that flashed through her brain.

Farah's chest was pounding, her hands were as cold as marble, and she kept thinking about the idea, as if she couldn't believe she was capable of coming up with such an idea.

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