In a quiet café, Morel and Marisa sat across from each other. Morel stared at the glass before him, his fingers gripping the rim without moving. His gaze was blank as if his mind was far away.Marisa, who had known Morel for a long time, could sense that something was bothering he. She watched carefully as Morel's fingers gripped the rim of the glass as if searching for a grip amid her confusion. However, she remained silent, waiting for the right moment to ask.Several minutes passed in a strange silence. Finally, Marisa, in a half-joking tone, tried to break the ice. "Morel, did you come here just to stare at that glass? Or maybe you're trying to find something in it?"Surprised to hear the question, Morel seemed to wake up from his reverie. He smiled a little, though his smile seemed a little forced. "Of course not," he replied shortly before finally taking a sip of his drink, perhaps more to calm his self down than to enjoy the taste.However, Marisa was not gullible. She knew Mor
Morel and Marisa were now in the car, driving quietly towards their destination. The afternoon sunlight comes in through the car windows, creating a cosy atmosphere in the cabin. Marisa, sitting next to Morel, couldn't hide her smile. She felt happy that Morel had quickly accepted her invitation to attend her acquaintance's birthday party. Marisa glanced at Morel occasionally with a wide smile, her heart beating excitedly. Earlier, when she invited Morel, she had been a little anxious about whether Morel would agree, but Morel's response was so positive and quick. The atmosphere in the car was warm, and Marisa felt that this was a good opportunity to get closer to Morel."Thank you for coming, Morel," Marisa said excitedly. "I really wish you could come. This event looks like it will be a lot of fun."Morel smiled a little, seeing the cheerful Marisa. "Of course, Marisa. I'd love to come. I don't have much to do tonight, so it's fine to come."Marisa glanced at Morel, her eyes shinin
The man took a deep breath, then leaned back casually on the table, a faint but proud smile painted on his face. "My name is Vincent," he said in a confident tone that almost sounded dismissive, "Perhaps you've heard of me. I'm one of Marisa's longtime acquaintances-indeed, arguably, one of the ones who means the most to her."He swept his gaze around the room in a manner that suggested he felt above it all. "We have many stories, far more than you can imagine," he continued as if every word that came out of his mouth was something essential and precious.Vincent's gaze then refocused on Morel, his eyes shining with a hint of arrogance. "Actually, I'm surprised he hasn't mentioned my name to you yet," he said in a condescending tone. "But, yeah, maybe he's just too busy with other things... or other people."After introducing himself, Vincent glanced at Morel from toe to head as if assessing Morel's appearance carefully. "Of course, there's no way someone like you is Marisa's boyfrien
Vincent, after deliberately pouring the drink on Morel, immediately revealed a sardonic smile. "This is all your fault," he said in an accusatory tone. His smile did not show the slightest hint of regret but rather satisfaction at having successfully provoked Morel. Then he continued, "You're just an ordinary person. Never try to fight or talk to someone more powerful than you." Vincent gave Morel a dismissive look as if he felt he had taught him a proper lesson. Morel shook off his wet shirt with a quiet but emphatic gesture. His eyes pierced through Vincent, revealing a deep anger. "You've made a terrible mistake," he said in a cold, firm voice. "You did something you shouldn't have done."Morel continued in a more serious tone, "Bringing down my self-esteem in public was a very inappropriate act. You didn't know who you were talking to, and now you will feel the consequences." Morel kept his composure, but it was clear that his anger had reached its breaking point.Vincent looked
Marisa continued to stare at Morel with sparkling eyes, mesmerized by his strength and wisdom that she rarely encountered in other men. In her heart, she knew that Morel was not just someone she could rely on, but also someone who had great depth of character. He not only acted quickly to protect her from danger, but also with a wisdom that showed a side of him that was much deeper than what was visible on the surface."Morel," Marisa whispered, her voice full of respect, "you really are amazing. You could have beaten her to a pulp, but you chose not to. Why?"Morel looked at Marisa with a calm yet sharp gaze, "Violence isn't the only way to deal with problems, Marisa. Sometimes, showing self-control is more valuable than proving physical strength. A man like Vincent does not deserve more than what he has already received.""Morel," Marisa said again, this time her voice quieter, almost a whisper, "I know that you are not an ordinary person. You've always kept your distance, always be
Vincent, who was lying on the ground with pain radiating throughout his body, never thought that he could be brought down so quickly. His pride was shattered in front of everyone who witnessed this incident. In desperation, he tried to push away Morel's legs that were still pressing down on him, but his efforts were in vain. Morel did not budge, his strength too great for Vincent.With his face flushed with shame and anger, Vincent snapped in a hateful voice, "Get your filthy feet off me, you bastard!"Morel just stared at him coldly, unmoved by Vincent's yelling. "You speak as if you have a choice, Vincent," he said in a low yet intimidating tone. "But look at where you are now. Maybe you should learn when to give up." Vincent, despite lying helplessly on the floor, still tried to retain some of his dignity. His breathing was labored, but his eyes were still filled with hatred and vengeance. With a voice full of anger and pain, he forced himself to speak. "You think you're great jus
Morel fell to the floor, his body staggering from Vincent's sudden attack. Shards of glass plates were scattered around him, and his back ached from the impact.However, for Vincent, the sight was not enough to ease his anger. His eyes still blazed with unquenchable hatred, his face filled with arrogance. He stood up with bated breath, looking at Morel who had fallen in front of him like the culmination of the grudge he held.Vincent stared at Morel with a hateful look in his eyes. "You think you can just trample me, huh?" he shouted in a trembling voice. "Look at you now, just a helpless loser on the floor!"The room that had been noisy with party conversations was now silent. Everyone who witnessed the event fell silent for an instant as if time had stopped. They held their breath, shocked by Vincent's brutal actions, and waited to see what would happen next. The atmosphere became so tense that no one dared to move, fear permeating every guest at the party.Marisa, who was fed up wi
Marisa, who had been ready to fight back, suddenly felt her heart racing as she saw Vincent getting closer to the tall statue. However, before Vincent could launch his attack, a strong hand suddenly blocked his movement. It was Morel who, despite being injured, managed to stand up and prevent Vincent from committing that crazy act.Quickly, Morel snatched the statue from Vincent's hand and pushed him away. Vincent staggered back, lost his balance, and fell to the floor. The statue was now in Morel's hands, and he stared at Vincent with a gaze full of anger and firmness. "That's enough, Vincent," Morel said in a low but threatening voice. "You have crossed the line, and I will stop you."Guests who saw Morel's actions stood in awe, and some immediately called security. The situation was becoming increasingly tense, but it was now clear that Vincent had lost control of everything.His anger was boiling over. The frustration he had been harbouring since the beginning of this conflict was