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
As time passed, Marisa and Morel's relationship developed naturally, with signs of closeness becoming increasingly evident. Marisa, with her caring and attentive nature, would often send Morel short messages. Sometimes, she would just ask simple questions like "What are you doing?" or "How are you?" These messages may seem trivial, but for Marisa, they were her way of showing her attention and presence in Morel's life.On the other hand, Morel, despite being known for keeping his distance from others, was not bothered in the slightest by Marisa's attention. Normally, other people might feel intimidated or bored by the constant messages, but not Morel. Instead, he found something comforting in the way Marisa cared for him. He rarely responded with long words, but Marisa knew that Morel appreciated her efforts.Sometimes, when Morel was busy with his work or lost in his own thoughts, a message from Marisa could distract him and give him a moment of peace. While he doesn't always reply w
"Oh my! Are you okay?" exclaimed Marisa, her eyes wide with shock.Morel immediately glanced at the woman, wanting to make sure she was okay.A woman stood with her hair loose, covering most of her face. Morel rushed out of the car to make sure the woman was okay."I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Morel asked in a worried tone as he approached the woman.The woman slowly pushed aside the hair covering her face. Morel's eyes widened as he realised who was standing in front of him."Anna?" his voice sounded full of surprise. His ex-wife, whom he never expected to meet in such a situation, was now standing in front of him with a gaze that was hard to interpret.Anna tried to stand up with her remaining strength, trying to calm herself down after almost being run over. However, the moment her eyes met Morel's surprised gaze, her body suddenly lost its balance."Anna, be careful!" exclaimed Morel, his hands reflexively moving to restrain the woman's body.Anna fell into Morel's arms, her frail bod
A week had passed since her last meeting with Morel, and Anna felt a growing sense of unease seize her. Her mind was filled with images of Morel's cold face, stern words ringing in her ears, and eyes showing no hint of compassion.Anna paced back and forth in her apartment, which felt increasingly cramped and suffocating. The living room table was cluttered with papers, emotionally charged notes, and a cell phone that never left her grasp. Her bloodshot eyes showed that she had cried many times this week, but it didn't make the weight on her chest lessen in the slightest. Instead, those tears only made it clear how desperate she was."Why doesn't he call?" Anna muttered while squeezing her trembling hands. Every hour that passed without hearing from Morel felt like an eternity. Her usually confident face was now wrinkled with worry and weariness. "Has he really forgotten about me? What should I do?"Those thoughts kept swirling in her head, making it difficult for her to sleep or focu
Marisa was surprised to hear that answer but tried to mask her shock. Her gaze returned to Anna, who was still standing in the same place as if she didn't know what to do. "I see," Marisa said quietly, trying to digest the information while feeling a tension she couldn't explain.Marisa bit her lip, confused and slightly disbelieving. "But, Morel... She seemed to be having a tough time. Why didn't you help her? Aren't... aren't you supposed to help her?"Morel sighed softly, his eyes fixed forward, down the path they were traveling. "Anna and I are no longer related. It's none of my business."Marisa looked at him, trying to understand Morel's feelings. "But what if she really needs help? Don't you feel the need to... at least make sure she's okay?"Morel turned her head for a moment, giving Marisa a stern look. "In the past, maybe. But now, there's no reason for me to get involved. Anna made her own choices, and I've made mine."Marisa nodded slowly, though her heart was still full o