Chapter 232 - FIRST LOVE

"Just because, you like my Movu name, aren't you?" Movu smiled at her and touched her hair. It's soft. Softer than he remembered. 

"Yes. I like Movu but I like your real name too. Clarence." Lawrence was dumbstruck. 

One thing for sure, the hardest thing about love, was you could never forget your first love. Women's first love, sometimes they are a fairytale or a nightmare. In the first month that Lawrence was courting Yanarym, that's when he had received help from Cailly. Back then, she would always tell stories regarding Yanarym. That's when he heard about Movu's involvement in her childhood life. 

That was a very critical period for Yanarym and that Movu guy was there for her. Cailly would re-tell the tales of how much Yanarym was yearning for that man, how she never looked at someone else, because of superiority, Movu was above any men. 

Back then, he took it as a challenge, the fact that she only has one man in her mind gave him the will to want her and change her mind. He wants her heart, her body, her mind all drawn to him. Looking back, he never cared if Movu would come back or show up whenever or wherever he wanted in front of her because he was extremely confident about himself. The fact that she gave him a sole chance proved that he piqued something on her and he thought she thinks he's worthy of her. Also, when they started dating, she said it too, there's just something about him she couldn't ignore.

Day by day had passed, the happier he got when they were together, the more insecure he got. He didn't even notice it but he just became paranoid whenever she was out of her sight. Although she wasn't doing anything, he felt anxious and he couldn't blame her for that. He couldn't direct to anyone his insecurities, then one day, she started telling stories about Movu as usual, he went insane for a moment consumed by too much jealousy. 

Lawrence almost broke it up with her because he couldn't bear the feelings of possessiveness coveting his entire being. But, he couldn't, he couldn't let her go. 

What about now? The real deal has come, the one he thought would never come back to her life was right in front of him. It slowly sank into him, his insecurity and jealousy as of now were rising to his head. He peered at her expression that brightened up, he could see the obvious happiness that this man brought her. The way she looked at him, she never stared like that to him before. 

Lawrence subconsciously tightened his grip on her hand, "Aw, Law, that hurts." Yanarym, who was not deliberately ignoring him, whined when she felt the pain on her wrist. Movu shifted his eyes on their holding hands and had a dark expression for a second.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Lawrence lets her go and sees her wrist reddening. "I'm sorry, Rym, let me see... " He panicked and took her hands again to examine it. He cursed himself seeing her bruised turning purple. "...let's put ice on it." 

"It's alright, Law… hey, it's okay, okay?" She coaxed him and held his face to assure him that she's fine. Lawrence bit his lips and ran his fingers through his hair. 

"Let's put an ice on this," he insisted and she nodded obediently, "Okay, okay, good girl." He pulled her for an embrace and kissed her on the forehead. 

Yanarym could see how worried he was right now. Of course, the male lead was not dumb nor numb. He could see and feel what's going on, the moment she and Movu talked and hugged each other. The connection, whether the reason might be she's residing in the original's body or things that she went through with him when they were together for eight years made her stomach flutter after seeing Movu. 

Also, maybe because she was anticipating being with him for all of these years. She felt really happy, being in contact with Movu again. But first, she had to calm down and settle it with Lawrence. Because, the chance given was over, more likely, there was no chance at the very beginning. 

"Should we go back to our room to get you treated?" 

"No need, I've got to talk with Movu, we can ask the waiter for the ice, can we?" Yanarym asked nicely, which made no room for Lawrence to decline. 

He doesn't want them to talk, he doesn't want Movu looking at his Yanarym, he doesn't want them to be near each other. Why of all places, Movu had to live here in Spain? Why did this man have to do business in this hotel where they are staying? Why did they have to meet here like it was all fated? And the worst thing was he was the one who took Yanarym to the person who could steal her away from him. No, Yanarym was not the kind of person who would leave someone behind, however, is Movu the exemption? Will she abandon him for that guy?

She can't do that, they were happy. They were fine before this guy showed up. They were in love… are they? 

"How are you here, by the way?" They took an exclusive dining room under Movu's name. They were served best of the bests on the menu on a big round table. Although it was huge, Lawrence insisted on seating right beside her. While Movu and Yanarym talk to each other Lawrence was busy putting ice on her purple wrist.

"I was at a business meeting," Movu answered ardently, gazing at her face that he couldn't get enough of. Just like what he saw on her social media, she had gained weight, she became taller, she looked more gorgeous and she knew how to smile often. However those smiles, he wanted it all for himself.. Damn, he could kill someone right now.