136 What do You Take Me for?

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At Smith's residence

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Levi's driver has arrived with a horrible look on his face.

"I have a message for Mrs. Smith." The driver said and noticing the sense of urgency from the driver's tone, the maid hurried to her madam's room.

In a short while, Amira appeared in front of the driver. The old man immediately revealed everything that happened during the day. As expected, horror and fear were seen in Amira's face.

"Have you seen the face of their leader?"

"No, they were wearing a mask."

'As expected.' Amira thought and pulled out a picture of Yve and Vince and showed it to the old man.

"Did their silhouette looked like the people in this picture."

But to her dismay, the man turned his head in disagreement.

"You may now leave." Amira said and walked up the stairs.

"Madam, what about Mr. Williams?" The driver asked.

"I'll handle this issue on my own."

The driver left with no choice and fear for his life, left the car within the premise and decided to hide.

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Vince's private base

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"What is Primo's plan if that Amira will not admit her wrongdoings?" Chrysthe asked.

"Then that man will do it for her." Edward casually answered.

"He's a proud man. He will not do that." Chrysthe answered.

"A proud man yes, but he cares for his daughter." Slayne explained.

"Once we let him hear Airis' voice begging us to stop torturing her, that man will be our slave." Eybelle said.

"Chrysthe, even Eybelle can outsmart you. Your brain is getting more useless as you grow old."

"Slayne!!!" Chrysthe was about to run and give Slayne a piece of him when they all heard a loud thud.

It was Edward. He felt very tired as finally all of his investigation about Nyelle's past is over.But now the team is being so rowdy. Without waiting for any of their reaction, he stood up and went out of the room.

"No one should go back to my apartment! I want some peace even just tonight."

"Secondo…" Eybelle whispered…

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"That's an order."

'Good thing only the quiet Sylvan is there.' Edward murmured to himself as he drove towards his apartment.

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At the hotel

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Since he also got wet from their steamy activity earlier, Vince called the reception to prepare an empty room for him to take a shower on. After a short while, he returned to the suite just in time to see Yve coming out of the bathroom wearing a comfortable pajamas. Evidence such as red eyes and nose proved that she was really crying earlier.

"Vince…" Yve whispered.

"Let's head to the bed? It's going to be quite a talk so I want us to be comfortable."

Vince held her hand and guided her to the bed. They both went to their sides of the bed and sat down.

Without looking at her, he said, "Should I start?"

"Hmmm.."

Vince narrated all the things that happened behind Yve's back. She didn't dare to say anything as this might interrupt Vince's story. She thoroughly knew that it wasn't easy for Vince to say all of these thinking that she might disagree. Or worse, she might hate him for doing such things. When he was finished narrating the story, silence enveloped the room.

"Yve…."

"....."

"Can you say something?"

"....."

"Please don't give me the silent treatment."

"....."

"Do you hate me for doing this?"

Yve turned to look at his eyes carefully before giving those worried eyes a kiss.

"What do you take me for? Your deeds might not be the same as how I would handle it but you did it for me."

"So you're not angry?"

"Nope. I just hope that next time, you would include me in your plans. Don't shelter me out and protect me like a vulnerable princess. I can handle it, don't you think?"

Vince hugged her tightly and answered, "Yes. I'm sorry."

Now that all secrets are out, Vince felt that a boulder has been lifted off his back. With Yve still in his arms, he pulled them together to lie down on the bed. Yve didn't mind the gesture as she pushed herself deeper into Vince's embrace earning a soft chuckle from the man.

In each other's arms, they drift to dreamland.