Cold Man And Miss Stone
51. In Calculation

Rowan wasn't lying. A long time ago, perhaps he himself even held a grudge for this family. Of course, it was not because of how many people died for their peace, or how severe poverty was evenly distributed for the sake of their wealth.

It's all about differences in idealism.

"Just your sister."

Rowan is Argantana's son. Because even though he was now staring at the murderous face of his sister, Rowan felt anger mixed with love.

Strange love, maybe.

"There's something I want to give you, Ema. Wait here."

Rowan. Climb into his room when he sees Nina quietly watching them from the corner of the house.

Rowan pretended not to know, coming down after taking what he wanted to give.

"Ro."

It turned out that Rangga was also watching him.

"Think about it." Her cousin held Rowan's arm. "Please. This is not a way to solve problems. Think again."

Rowan never intended to solve the problem. He doesn't have that kind of heart to take care of something he never touches.

Whatever Ema's reason, she doesn't care. Whatever his father did, Rowan didn't care.

"My life is none of your business." Rowan pulled a hand. "I'm just giving you a choice. If my decision is not satisfactory, do as you please. But don't bother me."

Rangga just rattled his hair in frustration. His breathing went up and down staring at Rowan's back.

You tol*l, growled Rangga helpless.

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Emilia opened the small mirror she had brought. Staring at his face from the mirror reflection that looks pale, but more fresh with a reddish color on his lips.

He looked up when he heard footsteps approaching. Be quiet until Rowan comes, sitting next to him like that.

"Give me your hand."

What's he planning?

Despite being suspicious, Emilia had to give her hand. Surprised by a ring suddenly tucked there, it is adorned with a beautiful little diamond.

"What?" Emilia could not hide her surprise.

"...."

"I'll give it to you. Can you take care of her?"

Whatisthis? Emilia could not understand. He tried hard to think what scenario Rowan was trying to play, but nothing was thought of.

"Ema."

Rowan held his fingers. It was silent for a moment before he grabbed Emilia's face closer.

For some reason, Emilia's body refused. The scenario is accepting.

"It's okay." Rowan smiled gently. "I chose you."

Emilia's lips twitched. His heart rumbled with a foreign feeling.

He's a scary opponent. That was all Emilia could think of before letting their lips meet.

The foreign sensation on her lips made Emilia tense up. But when Rowan hugged her strongly, kissing Emilia's lips full of confidence, Emilia could only retaliate.

Of course all of that goes under Nina's supervision. The woman was almost stunned to capture the moment in which Rowan kissed a girl as if there was no tomorrow.

Nina doesn't know, there's no tomorrow.

Because when the kiss came off, Emilia was fixated. Staring at the fresh blood on Rowan's nose, before he looked down at the more concentrated blood flowing from the corner of his lips.

"My mother once said," Rowan whispered, "that poison is a woman's game."

The smell of blood flowed between them.

"Men don't play poison. Poison is a weapon for the coward. The ego of men does not like it. When I remember, I know what is most worthy of you."

Rowan placed his forehead on Emilia's forehead.

"Death with me, Ema."

From a distance, Nina froze. Strayed but realized that he had to tell everyone immediately.

"Sam." Nina running. "Sam! Samuel!"

Nina had no idea that all of that was still within Emilia's calculations.

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