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Guests from the Past

One of the few women he has ever met, Psyche may look the weakest and most predictable. But like a chameleon, sometimes he considers that it is sheer camouflage. There was something he could not see even though the woman had once been in his grasp.

Adam always imagined what if the ignorant and dissident Psyche could bend her knees under her feet. Being a sweet person and fulfilling all her wishes. But as Psyche said, he will not be like that even if his love is true. The woman challenged her pride as a man. As if to doubt that he would not be able to make Psyche into a stupid woman who does everything for love.

The woman refused to be played. Instead Adam felt he was being played with now.

Psyche came into her room with a flat and cold expression. The hair that is usually tied high is allowed to be scattered, slightly wavy at the ends. There was makeup around his eyes and the lipstick was deep red as if making Adam face to face with someone else.

He never understood.although he always said that he could guess all the things Psyche did.

"I won't speak as your subordinate even if we're in the office right now."

The woman stood haughtily there, having entered without salutation and salutation.

"Really, I just found out that you're a woman with no manners at all."

Psyche grunting. There is no courtesy to******* it seems.

"The office is the only place where I can meet you, so just be direct, I want you to apologize to Leon."

Scratches of black ink on the white sheet of paper stopped. After ignoring all his manners, now the woman told him to apologize to another man?!

"Tell me one more time and I won't hesitate to tear your mouth apart."

Psyche. All his treatment and words would clearly make Adam angry. But he was happy, because this is what he wanted. Lure the man to always get out of his safe zone.

"On what basis do you have the right to rule me?! Go back to your place and say nothing more if you still want to work here!"

The man kicked the table without warning. Although surprised, it was fortunate that Psyche could still control her facial expression.

"You know Adam, my treatment of you right now is no different than your treatment of Leon. You even humiliated her in front of everyone." Psyche took one step forward and ignored the man's threat. His eyes glinted seriously. "I don't care who you're doing it for and for what reason, all I care about is Leon. He's my friend."

After all the words that hurt her self-esteem, Psyche left with a loud slam at the door. Increasingly stepped on his pride to the lowest point that no one had ever done.

Adam laughing. Unknowingly the ballpoint pen in his grasp had broken in half.

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Like deja vu, in the same car as a woman on her lap.

Their lips were mesmerizing, yet it felt different from the last time he tasted it. The waist that he now clenched also felt slimmer and smaller. And when he opened his eyes, it was not the silvery color he encountered, but the emerald green that was also staring at him softly.

"Stop."

He will not reject the charm of a beautiful woman like Miranda, for that he welcomed her kiss without a second thought. But when he realized that it felt so bland, Adam returned to his consciousness. It was as if something was pulling her away from the kiss and subconsciously pushing the woman's body away. Stopping anything that disturbs his heart—nah since when did he start using the heart?

The man's starting to make no sense.

"What's up, Adam?"

Miranda didn't take it when the link was unilaterally removed. He knew Adam more than anything and anyone. It's not Adam who likes to stop in the middle of the road like this.

"Nothing." The man replied calmly as he moved Miranda back to her seat. "Come in."

Miranda looked at the man for a while, then snorted softly. "It's weird, like it's not just you."

Both of his black pupils were dilated. A flash of Psyche's shadow that embraced him so fondly seemed to be clearly drawn before him.

"Adam?"

Then Miranda's voice rang out again, erasing the shadow in an instant.

"What's the matter, anyway?" he said half annoyed.

Adam closed his eyes for a moment before glancing at the woman. He convinced himself that the figure was not a dark-haired woman with a pair of silver-colored eyes.

His breathing was stifled as he asked, "How do you feel about me, Miranda?"

The woman was stunned. However, it normalized its surprised expression and chuckled softly. "After all this you asked me about how I feel?" There was a cynical tone he found there. "How do you think, Adam?"

"I'm asking you."

Seeing the serious face of the man inevitably made Miranda get carried away. He hated tense situations like this. Because Adam has never been this serious before.

"I'll keep quiet if it gets you by my side. Isn't the presence of each other enough than the expression of love that makes things even more complicated?" Miranda tried to find herself inside those two black beads. Whether his existence is now beginning to be noticed by the Man, or, actually, Adam is trying to find himself...

"You're always there for me and you never talk about me like they are, for me that's enough, Adam." Miranda sighed. He took his eyes the other way after he found nothing there. "No matter how people talk about you too—even us, as long as we're happy why should we bother with feelings?"

"How about Psyche?" Adam asked an unexpected question.

Miranda gnashing. There was something loud buzzing in his ear as Adam called out the woman's name.

"Have you thought about it, Miranda? As a fellow woman, I thought you—"

"Aren't you just curious about her?" Miranda answered quickly. "Just like the others. You're in touch with them because you're curious. Challenge yourself. The difference they have with me, they don't want their feelings to be swayed without a definite bond."

"And you did the same to me."

Both silent. Just glancing at each other from the tail of their eyes.

It felt strange when they talked about things they never mentioned at all. Strange because Adam started it. They both know what they are like.

Maybe what Miranda said was true, even without ties they can still be on good terms until now. But why Adam now felt anxious about something he did not know what it was. Most of him was not happy. It's uncomfortable.

Miranda smiled blandly. He stared at the dark street ahead. That was their relationship all along. People could not clearly see what kind of relationship was going on between the two.

"Are you starting to feel like this isn't true, Adam?" The woman said again, "Has your heart been shaken?"

Long time no answer. Miranda saw the man turn his gaze out the window while slightly leaning on the chair. There was no sign that Adam would answer, so Miranda thought all of this conversation was over.

Before everything was clearly revealed, he said goodbye to the man. "I'm going in. Thank you for driving me home."

Adam only glanced a little as Miranda closed the door and passed without turning around again.

The woman is always strong when walking. It never looks weak and needs the help of others to sustain it. And how Miranda responded with all understanding, it made Adam feel at ease.

All his wits liked the woman, calling Miranda the perfect woman who was suitable to accompany him. But the truth turned around, he even thought of another woman while kissing her.

She thought of Psyche, whom she had always heard and called a dissident woman.

Adam fear. He began not to recognize himself.