Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 74

Zayn looked closely at Farah and walked up to the girl, with a gentle expression on her face as she seemed to be afraid of her.

Jesus, what did Ryan do to that girl?

Zayn had never seen a woman so frightened of him, and this made him anxious. With the growing anger that Ryan put him in this situation, Zayn said, "Welcome to my house, Farah. You must have felt the heat standing in front of the fireplace wearing a thick coat. If you let me....?" Farah looked at Zayn with dumbfounded look even though the girl did not protest as she untied the coat under her chin and removed the coat from Farah's small shoulder.

Farah's small hands, even for a woman's size, folded neatly over her lap. To his horror, Zayn saw that the girl's hand was tied.

"What is this!". Zayn raised Farah's hand and observed the bond. The skin under the rope was scratched and cold. Anger read clearly in his words, as he turned towards his outstanding adopted son. "Have you lost your mind?" To Zayn's wrath, Ryan didn't look shy at all; he even looked a little happy.

"I'm sorry. I know you'll be in total shock. But he keeps trying to run away from me."

"I think it's only natural that this would be proof of the way you treat her."

It was not Zayn's intention to make Crandall's heir laugh, and when Ryan did, it made him very angry. "This is so outrageous! Even for you!" Zayn.

"How long has it been.", Zayn turned to Farah who began to blush. "How long has he been under your protection?".

"Oh, is he really under my protection? That's a very inappropriate phrase." Ryan shook the wine in his glass and took a sip. Ryan's eyes turned to Farah's face. "He was with me at the Dark Devil headquarters."

"Jeez Ryan! You can't possibly let the demons of Keith Smith get close to him?". Pekik Zay.

"Devil Keith Smith? You know interesting things happened there as long as there was this girl? He was once ill, and the demons of Keith Smith spent time crying on their sleeves so that not a single dry arm in the headquarters. They would never let me rape her, even if I wanted to. Don't let your imagination run wild, Zayn. And I don't know why you're doing this. I had the impression from your past lectures that you thought I could do anything" Ryan said, drawing closer to take Farah's dark wool coat from Zayn's hand and tossed it into a chair. "He's not as dorky as he seems. I took it from Andreas' bed."

Finally, Zayn understood the situation. With his eyebrows raised and a quieter voice, Zayn asked, "And a gentleman like you uses women for revenge?"

The last words Ryan spoke more gently. "There's nothing you can do about this, Zayn. He's not your burden."

However, Zayn turned again towards the exhausted beautiful girl, grabbed the girl's hand, and grasped it with his own. After letting his sincerity be clear from his attitude. Zayn said, "I'm so sorry, and I intend to do whatever I can to improve your situation. For now, all I can do is make you feel comfortable. Please tell me what I can do for you."

Instead of feeling calm, the sympathy he showed confused Farah, and Zayn began to wonder if the girl had gotten so used to his desire not being cared for that the girl had forgotten the opposite situation. Farah's gaze turned to Ryan with a heart-wrenching look of doubt.

Ryan managed to stay calm, even relaxed, under Farah's sharp gaze. Ryan said, "If you want to do something for him, Zayn, maybe you can give him a blanket so he can lie on the couch? He was already half asleep from exhaustion."

"Oh my God, then let me take him to the housekeeper" Zayn said. "The guest room is ready. At least he can sleep on a comfortable bed."

"Of course not" said Ryan. "I don't trust him. He had drowned, had malaria, and had fallen from the roof of the hotel in an attempt to escape from me. No one knows what new way he'll find to kill himself in New York."

From that position, Ryan is indisputable. Zayn himself brought a blanket of wool and vegetable salad that became his dinner menu earlier, plus biscuits and milk. It would be better for the waiter to see him rummaging through the kitchen than to let them come to the library and find Ryan tying up a young girl.

Since then, Farah had said nothing, only nodding and shaking her head as Zayn asked a direct question, her steady shoulders making Zayn's pity slightly less. It seemed, it never crossed Farah's mind that Zayn might be able to help her. Farah makes no plea to him, and it becomes increasingly apparent to Zayn that Farah has accepted the situation and feels confident that everyone she meets will conspire to hold her back. It was enough to explain the unworthiness of his living conditions during his captivity so without complaining Farah according to when ordered to lie on the sofa, in front of two men, one of them a foreign man. and try to sleep in full clothes. However, when the sofa had been prepared for her, Farah stood in front of the sofa restlessly, seemingly unable to do so.

Ryan walked up to Farah and laid the girl on the sofa, took off her shoes and took care of her as if she was a doll.

"Don't be afraid" Ryan told Farah. "Zayn is an honorable conglomerate." As if answering the plea that appeared in Farah's eyes, Ryan took out a thin dagger from inside his boots. To the surprise of the unusual and dangerous act, Farah did not shudder as the dagger was taped to her skin between the wrists, in order for Ryan to open the strap. Ryan threw the blanket at Farah and said, "Go to sleep, bad girl."

The way Ryan used the dagger should be enough to make most girls hysterical. However, the awesome creature on the sofa only blinked twice, thanked Ryan in a soft and gentle voice, then fell asleep instantly.

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