Anna felt a deep fear, something she had never felt before. In the past, when they were still together, Morel had always been gentle and caring and had never hurt her feelings, physically or mentally. She knew Morel was calm and wise and always tried to protect her from anything painful. However, now in front of her was a different Morel- a cold, merciless, and determined figure. Anna couldn't control the trembling in her hands, fear crawling through her body. Her memories swirled, recalling when Morel was the only one she could lean on, who gave her a sense of security. Now, that security was gone, replaced by anxiety that haunted her every second. She never imagined that Morel, who used to always protect her, would now be the biggest fear in her life.Inside Anna's heart, there was a mixture of emotions that were hard to explain- regret, anger, and distrust. She didn't expect that Morel would turn out like this one day. Despair overcame her, and she realized that the Morel she once
Morel stood straight, staring at Anna, who drooped weakly on the chair with a cold and dispassionate gaze. Anna's body trembled, blood slowly flowing from the wound on her chest. Her breathing was getting shorter and shorter, her eyes looking at Morel, seeking pity that would never come.Morel didn't say a word. His face remained cold as if what had just happened was inevitable, a consequence of Anna's actions. In his mind, he knew what happened was a reflex, an automatic response to defend himself. The knife, which was meant to hurt her, ended up, ironically, a tool to punish Anna for her betrayal.Anna, who now lay dying, tried to speak, but her voice only came out as a barely audible whisper. Her body weakened with time, and finally, with one last long breath, Anna was silent. Her eyes were closed, and silence filled the room.Morel watched the lifeless body for a few moments, confirming that Anna was truly gone. There was no remorse on his face, only a coldness that reflected his
"You won't get away with this, Morel," the man hissed, his voice hoarse yet determined. "What you do now will not end well for you."Morel only stared at the man for a moment before stepping closer. He was unhurried, each step filled with conviction. Without a word, he stopped before the old man, lowering his body slightly so their gazes were level."I'm not looking for a good ending," Morel replied in a low but assertive tone. "I only seek a just end, Roem."Morel looked at Roem, the head of the Antonio family, with a cold yet meaningful gaze. Folding his arms across his chest, he said in a calm tone, "You're smart enough to know who I really am. It's a pity you're not on my side."Roem, who was sitting with his hands bound, looked up and gave Morel a hateful look. Although his body was trembling, his voice remained firm as he replied, "I'm not willing to work under you, Morel. The Antonio family, let alone a Spencer, will never bow to threats."After hearing Roem's last words, Morel
After Morel returned home, he went straight to his study, where Doris was waiting with a severe expression. The room was eerily quiet, lit only by a dim desk lamp. Morel sat on the chair behind his desk and looked at Doris standing before him with great interest."We need to talk seriously about this situation," Morel said, his cold voice full of certainty. "Antonio's family may not be the real mastermind behind all this."Doris nodded, visibly agreeing with Morel's statement. "I suspect the same thing. Some things don't fit with what we know so far.""Anna might just be a puppet in this game," Morel countered, his voice cold yet sharp. "If you notice, she's acting too hastily and emotionally. This is too well-planned to be Antonio's family's plan."Doris approached, leaning his body against the table. "That's right. Many things are odd. The information we received and the methods used to manipulate Anna have been carefully designed. There may be a more powerful third party behind all
Morel looked at Marisa with a slightly mischievous smile. "Remember when we first met? You accused me of a lot of things, didn't you?"Marisa was silent for a moment, remembering the incident vividly. Her face began to redden as the memory of how she had emphatically called Morel a pervert resurfaced. She felt embarrassed and couldn't hide her shame. Marisa turned away, hoping Morel wouldn't see her increasingly embarrassed expression.Morel laughed softly at Marisa's reaction, his voice gentle yet meaningful. "You were so confident back then, but look at you now. Your face is red," Morel said with a small smile gracing his lips. He recalled how Marisa used to confidently accuse her without any evidence, but now, that confidence seemed to have vanished, replaced by shame clearly visible on her face.Marisa could only smile shyly, feeling her cheeks heat up even more. She felt like she didn't know what to say, as if all the words were stuck in her throat. Finally, she changed the subje
Marisa laughed crisply, her voice echoing through the quiet streets of the park. It was a warm laugh as if releasing a burden that had been choking her. After a while, she stopped her steps and turned to Morel, who smiled slightly at her joke."Come on, let's take a break at that cafe," Marisa said as she pointed to a small, cosy-looking cafe around the corner. Without waiting for a reply, she began to stride towards the entrance. Morel followed Marisa's lead quietly, feeling that some time to relax wouldn't hurt them. Once inside, they chose a table by the window, where they could see the outside scenery beginning to be enveloped in the light of the street lamps. After they entered the cafe, Marisa turned to Morel, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She looked enthusiastic. "What would you like to order, Morel?" she asked, eagerly stepping up to the ordering counter.However, before Marisa could go any further, Morel gently stopped her, taking a short breath as a sign that he want
When Gabriel and David saw Morel arrive with two drinks in his hand, they laughed as if unimpressed by his presence. Their laughter echoed in the café, full of mockery deliberately shown to belittle.With a sardonic smile, Gabriel said, "So this is your girlfriend? You should be embarrassed, coming in with drinks like a waiter. Are you afraid this woman will leave you if you don't obey her?"David added dismissively, "Poor thing, a man like this who has to obey his woman's wishes, even to order drinks for her. Are you really a man or just a puppet being played with?"Their laughter grew louder, creating an increasingly uncomfortable atmosphere in the cafe. They seemed convinced that Morel wouldn't dare to resist, seeing him as someone weak and unworthy of a woman like Marisa.Gabriel and David continued to laugh mockingly, feeling superior to Morel. Gabriel continued in a cocky tone, "A man should be firm and hard, like us. Not just serve women like servants," he said, casting a conde
After the incident, Morel and Marisa decided to continue with their day. They walked out of the café, this time with a new drink in each hand. The fresh air outside was soothing, erasing the remaining tension inside the café.Morel walked beside Marisa, keeping a reasonably close distance as if to ensure no more distractions would come their way. He held the glass of the drink they had just ordered back in one hand while the other was left free, ready just in case.Marisa glanced at Morel and smiled, feeling calmer with him by her side. The two of them walked in silence for a while, enjoying this simple moment. The sound of their footsteps echoed lightly in the garden, along with the sound of the drinks clinking in the glasses as they sipped.As they continued walking, Morel glanced at Marisa and broke the silence with a question, "Are you okay? That was pretty tense."Marisa turned her head, smiled softly, and nodded. "I'm fine, thank you. You were amazing earlier, Morel. I never tho