Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 49

"Are you hurt? Tell me, my little cat..." Ryan's voice sounded strange, even to himself, as if it was coming from an unknown part of himself.

Injured?" Confused, Farah's tired mind absorbed those words as it permeated Ryan's handprints cupping his face with gentleness.

However, nothing soft about the memories began to tease. Stupid again. This is where Farah receives comfort from the person who has taken everything from her life. After everything that has happened, Farah must get rid of the memory that Ryan is not her friend. Every cell of his body craved Ryan and that was the reality he was aware of. Ryan had reawakened his anger, which in an instant turned into a blaze.

"Open." That one word was uttered cynically. "I guess what you're saying is did Mike rape me? Oh, naw. No one has ever tried to do it except you" Farah said.

Ryan's emotions returned with an even bigger wave, when he saw Farah's cynicism. It was Farah's habit to see things in a dramatic way. Farah's mind is still in turmoil. Ryan still could not feel relieved when he found Farah safe.

Farah pulled away with a slight stagger, stuffed her hands into the shirt like a soldier dressed in the midst of a gun ramble, then put on her pants with a trembling hand Farah breathed in quickly, breathing out, a voice that sounded choked, as if it came from an angry child. But the eyes gleaming furiously while looking at her were the eyes of a mature woman.

"Maybe it will be more convincing" said Farah, "if you can tell me whether you saved me or just caught me again."

They stood so close that Ryan's laughter made Farah's hair vibrate in the hollow of her jaw. "You always want to know in detail. Don't ask too many questions. The answer may not convince you at all."

Ryan observed the girl in front of him at this time who realized that the girl's emotions were always changing according to the mood. Ryan smiled as he muttered the word 'woman.." in a familiar tone.

Is there any way to make himself immune, at least for now, to the tenderness of Farah's long hair that is inviting to touch, to the tension on Farah's beautiful face, to the still fresh memory of seeing Farah lying without a thread?

Ryan still remembers how his throat felt suffocated as he worried about Ryan. That worry has drained all the reserves of worry it has for life. "We can go now. Unless you're already starting to like this little paradise's longing?"

One thing Ryan is good at is covering up what's on his mind. Farah could almost see Ryan hiding his thoughts behind his awesome good looks. It's as if Ryanb is undergoing a physical metamorphosis. Ryan is a man, not a collection of machines and tools combined with leather ties, but when Farah tries to match Ryab's steps towards the edge of the island, where the Dark Devil's ship is moored, he wonders how Ryan's perfect body can function properly without a heart.

Self-esteem prevents Farah from bringing up the topic of whether Ryan understands why he escaped from the Dark Devil headquarters and whether Ryan intends to punish him or not.

Farah would have been surprised to find out that Ryan had not thought about punishment at all. For the first time in life, Ryan, who has always been able to think clearly, feels doubt. And he learned it in the most painful way. His motive is his feelings, even his logic no longer matters when he finds Farah. In conclusion, however temporary, it made him feel uncomfortable.

A purplish twilight sky glow surrounded them, as they reached the rows of huge rocks and vegetation that lined the shore.

It was Gio who wrapped around Farah's body lovingly and held it very gently, as if Farah was a very precious item, as they boarded the boat heading towards the Dark Devil's ship.

At other times, Gio would avoid such contact with Farah, as it made him think things through, but it seemed that now was not the right time to worry about it. Farah's apparent freshness, already faded by fatigue, and Farah's hand that was writhing on Gio's shoulder, felt as cold as the north polar ice.

Gently, Gio released Farah and started rubbing Farah's cold hand between her palms.

"Listen to me, sweetie. From now on, you should tell me about your escape," Gio said gently. "I want to know what's gotten into you, to dare to run away with that cowardly bastard who's Will's assistant. What's name?"

"Maike." Farah recoiled her body into the comfort of Gio's embrace.

"Yes! Mike! I can't believe it! The man couldn't even distinguish his own butt from a peach!" said Gio, the cynicism and worry heard from the young man's voice sounding softer because of the way he spoke the vowels. "And where is she, how could she leave you alone like that?"

In fact, amidst the dim light, Gio could see Farah's facial expression change. Very gently, Gio asked, "He's dead, huh?"

Ryan who was observing them closely, who Gio secretly realized, was without interest, so Gio was surprised as the brunettes commented nonchalantly, "Die eaten something. I found a piece of his body."

Increasingly curious, Gio said, "That's right! What's eating it?"

"Crocodile," whispered Farah. His eyes widened and his body creeped when he remembered how terrifying the incident was.

Gio's arms hugged Farah even tighter and felt like a shield, until they reached the Dark Devil's ship, and Gio reluctantly broke away from Farah, who was not in the first place, to hand it over to the hands of Gege who was no less worried. However, long after, after Farah had taken Gege to rest, Gio told Will truthfully.

"Shopping," maki Gio. "The Mike has absolutely no sense of responsibility in him. He let himself be eaten by crocodiles and did nothing to save himself, instead letting the girl take care of herself on an empty island."

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