"What's the matter, Ciccio?" inquired Lady Guila, her voice laced with concern, as she gently tapped Tyler on the shoulder. Tyler's expression betrayed his inner turmoil; beads of sweat collected on his forehead, a testament to his intense unease. His gaze was fixed upon the entrance, his apprehension palpable, yet the space remained vacant, devoid of any presence. In that fleeting moment, he had been convinced that he spotted Andrea there, just as he had been on the verge of revealing the ominous threat Andrea had issued against the life of his beloved lotus."Uh, yeah, I'm alright," Tyler responded, his breath slightly labored as he spoke. He attempted to downplay his distress, rolling his eyes and employing the back of his hand to gently blot away the sweat that had pooled on his face."But you don't appear well," Lady Guila remarked with a gentle, reassuring tone. Her perceptive eyes carefully studied Tyler's countenance, as though seeking to extract some hidden truth. Her gaze wa

Tyler’s anxiety grew with each unsuccessful attempt to call his mother’s number. After their heartfelt kiss, he was eager to hear her voice, but the call simply wouldn’t connect. Frustration welled up within him, yet despite the setbacks, he couldn’t resist the urge to dial her number again, desperately hoping for a different outcome.“Jesus fucking Christ!” Tyler’s exclamation reverberated through the room, punctuated by his anger-fueled action of flinging his phone onto the bed. His frustration was palpable, like a storm brewing beneath his surface.Standing before the bed, he seemed almost overwhelmed, his emotions tangling like a web. He ran his fingers through his hair, agitated, and then began pacing the room, his steps a mix of restlessness and anxiety. His hands trembled slightly, a visible manifestation of the turmoil inside him. His once vibrant eyes now burned with an intense shade of red, reflecting the mixture of worry and anger that churned within.Each stride across the

Tyler's astonishment was palpable, a mix of shock and disbelief etched across his face. Despite the haze of alcohol clouding his thoughts, his eyes widened in response to the unexpected turn of events. The man who had forcibly pulled Juliana, referred to as Hukianxe, had a towering presence. While not overly muscular, his frame exuded an intimidating aura, enhanced by a thick, well-groomed beard that concealed much of his facial expression.In a scene that unfolded like a dramatic twist in a movie, the man's rage surged forth, a torrent of anger directed at Juliana. His words echoed with a raw intensity that reverberated through the bar, drawing the attention of everyone present. "So this is the son of a bitch you left me for, Juli!? This damn asshole!" His growl resonated with a mixture of fury and betrayal, as he seized a handful of Juliana's hair, subjecting her to another jarring yank.The atmosphere in the bar was electric, a volatile combination of shock and voyeuristic fascinat

“Thank you,” Tyler murmured, his gaze locked onto the note Juliana had left behind, a solitary relic of her abrupt departure.The following day, he had carried the weight of his thoughts into his office, the note still cradled in his palm. It perplexed him—a puzzle piece from an enigma he couldn’t decipher. The note had become an uninvited tenant in his mind, clouding his thoughts and resisting his attempts to dismiss it. Its grip on his consciousness was unwavering, a persistent presence that defied explanation. The exhilaration of their recent encounter surged within him, a vivid memory that refused to fade.Pushing up from the swivel chair, Tyler rose to his feet, his movements imbued with a sense of restless anticipation. His hand sought the comforting touch of the mahogany brown table at the room’s center. Exhaling a sigh laden with mixed emotions, he folded the note with deliberate care, his fingers tracing the edges as if savoring every curve and crease. Another lingering gaze,

Tyler slowly pried his eyes open, his lashes curling upwards to reveal his surroundings. The action was met with a symphony of discomfort, followed by rather unwelcome and noisy groans from his aching body. Gently, he rolled his neck, a dull throb resonating from the spot where his forehead had taken a rather unpleasant meeting with something solid. As his dazed consciousness cleared, his eyes flickered open hesitantly, as if they had been closed for an eternity.The daylight seeped through the canopy above, casting dancing shadows on the forest floor. His gaze met the towering trees that surrounded him, a lush green tapestry that stretched into the distance, creating an endless sea of foliage. The air was thick with the scent of earth and moss, tinged with an undercurrent of something slightly sinister.Shock coursed through Tyler’s veins as his eyes absorbed his bewildering surroundings. A tangle of emotions gripped him, with fear being the prominent one. Like a vise closing in on h