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chapter 03

"HEY!" Joanna grabbed Nash's attention as he passed by her cottage that night.

When he turned his gaze to where he was, he slightly raised the bottle of red wine he had been drinking. he had no intention of drinking, but because he was thinking of a plan on how to carry out revenge for his friend Ivy was accompanied

. . .

that's what wme's mom is up to.

He's already half way through the bottle but still nothing is right. she was secretly pleased when Nash stopped walking and turned to where she was. He thought he would snob him. He was on the veranda of the cottage at that moment, the light was off but there was something

a little light that shines in the place

.

n1ya.

"How's your foot?" said as he approached him. His voice showed concern for his feet.

She is happy because he remembers her. He glanced at the foot. "It still hurts a little." Nash jumped on the railings so his eyes came back to it. why does he feel comfortable with her despite his grumpy aura? He added that he even helped him last night. "Thanks for last night," he said pouring the wine

glass before handing it over. "I'll sulk when

you refuse."

just like that, a smile appeared on his lips when he accepted it and drank it.

"Aiam, my neck hurts from looking up at you. Why can't you sit here? The seat is wide." He asked when he returned the wine glass to him that Iaman didn't have.

"Not anymore," he refused.

He pretended to make his face sad. "Okay." He poured the wine glass again.

When his cellphone rang, he excused himself and went out of the veranda to answer the call. When he came back, he knew

this.

"I need to go..."

"Haaay, I thought I would be able to jam with someone here on my last night here at the resort. Even you will leave me," he added.

He glanced at the watch. It's just past eight at night. "I just have to go see my brother," he said, turning to her again. he sighed when he saw her reaction. "I'll get you back here if you're not asleep."

He nodded softly. "It's up to you," he just said

he though and hopes it will come back. He shook his head. nor should he feel regret because it will disappear from his sight. Not even a single one, Joanna Cross...

When he returns he will make sure that he can carry out the beginning of his plan. With Nash's type, he might be in trouble if he continues tweeting here. and while he was drinking earlier he thought of only one thing to do with Nash. She will seduce him, a

pure seduction for her sweet revenge.

A smile tugged at his lips as he stared at Nash walking away.

"Let the revenge begin," he said before taking a sip of wine from his glass.

"I'm only going to be gone for ONE week. Not a year," Nathan told Nash calmly when he went to see him at the bar where he was.

He shook his head. Does it know nothing to do in life but wander? por que some receive money from their parents so it's okay if it makes life better. Has he ever sulked here? There are many. It should be in charge

in their hacienda, the eldest is here. But not. his parents entrusted that to him because his eldest brother was not reliable.

Even handling their other businesses is

it doesn't care. When it will stop being a nomad he does not know. even marriage does not seem to be on its mind yet.

He breathed violently. "Where do you plan to go?"

"Davao," was the short answer. When he saw his sharp look, he raised both hands laughing. "After this, I will stay at the hacienda. Promise."

"How many times have I heard that, Kuya Nathan." He tapped her on the shoulder. "Let's have a deal then.

When I return, I will do as you command. As in,

whatever. So while I'm gone, think about what you're going to make me do. Make the most of it so you can get revenge."

if only he wasn't older than him, he might have beaten him. It's thanks and he has respect for it. After all, he was too old to think about it. When it clears is a miracle.

"You're taking advantage of Mum and Dad's holiday in London," he added before leaving her at the bar. He intends to return to the hacienda the next day. A few days stay at the resort is fine.

He was near the cottage he was occupying

be stopped opposite the origin of the previous cottage. He thought that the woman he was talking to earlier was no longer there, but when he looked at the veranda, he saw her

it crouched on the table. Looks like he fell asleep.

He looked around. it's still not safe for him to leave it there and wonder how it could be.

Wow, and when did you become a concern, Nash? It seems to be getting worse especially in that girl, ah, apple

. . .

of his 1s1p.

He approached the woman whose name he was still clueless about. he gently shook her by the shoulder.

"Miss, wake up. Go to sleep inside your cottage. It's not safe out here. Miss..."

It didn't take long for it to be forgotten. Only then did he notice the empty wine bottle. when he turned to the woman again, there was a hint of a smile in her beautiful eyes. His face is also so gentle that when you look at it, it gets even more beautiful. Not boring.

A smile appeared on his lips when he was taken care of. "Come back..." he almost said.

he swallowed when he caught a glimpse of her lips. He is not attracted to her but why is he attracted? What

what happened to him? Even his breathing is stopped

still

He tasted it. "I'll help you inside," he didn't wait for her to answer. He put his hand on her small waist and was careful

built

It was good to walk. His two hands were still clinging to her shoulders for support as they entered the cottage. He closed his eyes for a moment because of the heat coming from it. why is this woman torturing him like this? Why does it affect him like this? It looks like he made a mistake when he allowed himself to approach her again when he called her earlier. Here and his system is messed up.

he barely looked up at her. a smile appeared on his lips again. The smile did not reach his eyes. It just disappeared when he stared at her lips. "Can I kiss you?" embrace it tenderly.

Is this really the one who will beg him to kiss her? what is happening to women today? Too modern and advanced.

Before he could react, he turned his neck close to it. Damn! He didn't even jump!

It was like he was still drunk

feel its soft la bi on him. So

even he himself couldn't help but respond to his kiss.