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
Morel and Marisa finally stopped before a ride that looked a little spooky-a haunted house. The dim lights and strange noises inside made the atmosphere even more eerie. Morel looked at the ride with a calm yet slightly confused look.He asked Marisa dubiously, "Are you sure about this?"Marisa looked at him with a challenging smile. "Of course! Are you afraid, Morel? I'll understand if you're scared."Morel smiled faintly, stifling a laugh. "Of course not at all," he replied calmly, even though he knew Marisa was teasing.Marisa chuckled at Morel's answer. "Well, then, let's see who's braver!" she said, pulling Morel into the haunted house ride.Morel followed Marisa, ready to face whatever was inside.As they entered the haunted house, darkness immediately enveloped them. Rustling sounds and creepy whispers echoed around, making the atmosphere tense. However, despite the gloomy and intimidating atmosphere inside the attraction, Marisa was fearless.She walked in front of Morel with
After leaving the amusement park, Morel and Marisa were now in the car, driving on the streets that were becoming deserted as the night wore on. The atmosphere inside the vehicle was cosy, accompanied only by the roar of the engine and the wind blowing softly from the slightly open windows.Morel sat in the driver's seat, moving his shoulders to stretch his tense muscles. The slight movement revealed the fatigue from the previous incident, though he tried to hide it. Sitting next to him, Marisa watched his movements closely, her eyes following every move Morel made. She could feel the tension in the air, though Morel tried not to show it."Are you exhausted from the fight?" asked Marisa in a worried tone, her voice soft yet caring. Her gaze didn't look away from Morel as if trying to read more profound than the words she was about to say.Morel looked away for a moment, then smiled slightly, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Of course not," he replied calmly, his voice soundi
Morel sat quietly in his chair, his fingers fumbling with the black invitation envelope he had just received. The black colour was striking, as if it held a secret that couldn't be ignored. His gaze was sharp, moving from the envelope to Doris, who stood before his with a severe expression."What does this mean, Doris?" Morel asked, his voice flat yet full of firmness, signalling that he took this matter very seriously and needed a clear explanation.Doris gave Morel a meaningful look, his lips tightening slightly as if he was thinking of the right words before finally answering carefully, "There is someone who claims to be a descendant of the Spencer family."Morel's eyebrows rose, showing both deep interest and doubt. "Spencer?" he repeated in a tone as if trying to digest the information that had just been conveyed as if the name had brought back relevant memories or context in his mind. He waited for further explanation, his eyes remaining focused on Doris, signalling that this in
Morel then walked over to the large wardrobe in the corner of his room, opening it quietly. Inside hung an elegant black suit that had been specially chosen for this occasion. The suit was made of a light yet strong material, ideal for the tropical atmosphere of Kordius Island while giving it an air of authority. Morel picked up the suit, feeling its smooth texture against his fingertips, before hanging it outside the closet as part of his preparations.He then went to the small table near the bed, where a black suitcase awaited him. It was filled with essentials, classified documents, advanced communication devices, and small weapons neatly stored in hidden compartments. Morel opened the briefcase, checking the contents carefully to ensure everything was in place.Doris, who had just finished another task, entered the room with Morel's ringing cell phone. "Call from the security team, sir," he said as he handed over the phone.Morel took the phone and spoke briefly with one of his te