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Wind In

"They're coming home together again?" Psyche poured cold water on the glass while attaching the phone to her left ear.

"Looks like. I saw them talking in the lobby."

"The weak." Psyche snorted softly while carrying her glass into the living room and sitting on the sofa. "Why not just shoot? Even being your own cousin's stalker."

"You said your friends liked it too, right?"

Psyche massaged her temple as she remembered Leon. "aa. I know Miranda doesn't like it."

"You think he'll be interested in me when Adam's always by his side?"

Psyche eyebrows raised. "Although always beside her, they had no relationship whatsoever."

He could hear her breathing down there.

"It looks like I should move targets."

Psyche. "And it doesn't seem that easy."

"yeah. Only Adam could do everything so easily."

"Maybe not really." Psyche heard her apartment bell ringing. "Yes, it looks like there's a guest."

"Hopefully not your ex-boyfriend."

The conversation ended. Psyche kept her phone on the table and rushed to open the door.

Jacob's words come true. The man was now standing at the door with his work suit still wrapped around his body.

Psyche put on her mask for umpteenth time. With a flat face that hid his surprise he said, "This is not your home. You got the wrong address." His hand quickly pushed open the door, intending not to serve Adam after he smelled the beer from the man's body.

But Adam quickly held the rectangular object with his hand. "I'm well aware of where I am now and who I'm talking to."

No matter how hard Psyche tries to push her door, she will not be able to resist Adam's power. So he gave up, let go of the thing and looked at Adam without interest.

So far everything worked. But after getting information from Jacob, he instead wanted to punch the man in front of him relentlessly.

That's great guy. Still got a face to face after everything he did.

"Would you like to come here?" Ask Psyche ketus.

Instead of replying, Adam bumped into her body and entered the apartment without her consent.

Before he could go deeper, Psyche blocked his left arm firmly. "Who let you in?"

Adam looked over lazily. "I don't need anyone's permission. If that guy can just walk in, why can't I?"

"What are you talking about?" Psyche clearly knew that Adam was bringing Leon up. It's been this far and the man is still discussing the old problem.

With a single blow, the man let go of Psyche's hand. "That's it. No need to cover up your affair anymore." He said while sitting on the sofa and leaning on the body.

Psyche stood in front of him and left her waist. He smiled faintly as he looked at Adam who closed his eyes.

"Look, I don't care if you're drunk or not. But please get out of here now. We've got nothing to do with it anymore, Chief."

Psyche deliberately emphasized the word 'chairman' in her speech. As expected, Adam opened his eyes again.

"I'm not drunk." He said while looking at the ceiling. "I've never been drunk, Heartfillia."

Psyche. "Goodoo. Then you can get out of here without me having to bother dragging you out."

Adam moved his head to the side and looked at Psyche who was wearing a white nightgown. Her hair was loosely severed like it was this morning, the difference was that there was no makeup on her face. Plain. Purer. So that he could see the silver eyeball clearly.

Adam didn't know if he was drunk or not. He had no idea what he was thinking now, or how he was feeling now. But when Psyche dared to bully him for the sake of the man, it felt like something was pinching.

There was a pain that he did not know where it was.

"Do you hate me so much, Psyche?"

Today he asked Miranda, to Psyche, to himself. What actually happened, was that anxiety only felt by itself?

What was the reason for his drunkenness for so many days?

That's Psyche.

Butwhy? Wh-wh-what for?

Psyche glanced at him for quite a while, then replied, "Not anymore."

Adam chuckles. "really?" He said half in disbelief.

All the treatment of the woman clearly showed her hatred.

"That's it. It's all over anyway, isn't it? So leave. Let me open the door for you." Psyche turned around, about to walk towards the door but something held her back.

Psyche. He honestly did not expect Adam's sudden movements.

"Take it off, Adam." Psyche said firmly. He tried to pull both arms with his hands. But again he failed, in matters of strength he could never win against Adam.

"The answer to my question and I'll let you go."

"It looks like you're really drunk. Adam's never been this shrewd."

Adam smiled a little. "It seems you know me very well."

Psyche. "It's not just me, if you forget."

All the women beside him knew what Adam was like.

"Then prove your words. Make yourself the only one who knows me more than anyone." Adam tightened his embrace. He hid his face on the shoulder of a woman he had decided on a few days ago. Really, something he never did.

"—so you can find my weakness and bring me to my knees."

Psyche gulps. The man's breath felt on his open shoulder skin.

"Isn't that what you want, Psyche?"

If Psyche could see both of Adam's dark eyes that looked sad now. Then the woman will cheer happily, for her goal has succeeded. Adam has admitted, everyone, he has found the answer.

"What if I don't want you anymore?" Psyche keeps her tone flat. "All my feelings for you are dead when you end everything."

Adam closed his eyes. The pain came back and made him even more afraid.

"You lied." Adam's head shook at Psyche's narrow shoulder. So that the man's lips are indirectly in contact with the skin of the Woman. "You said you loved me more than anything."

"What do you really want, Adam?" Psyche can't wait anymore. He'll get the guy to the point. On something he was after. Desired it. "Obviously you've lost yourself in this twist."

Adam knew that. Very conscious. But breaking down his ego was not as easy as crushing a glass glass with a single blow.

Not getting a response from the Man makes Psyche sick. With his remaining strength he rebelled, prompting Adam to move away from his body.

"It's enough base, fast per—"

His body was pressed against the wall with Adam squeezing him tightly. His lips were brutally shut by the man.

Rough and hasty. As if not allowing Psyche to speak again, to say something that can make his chest feel sore.

And the man even ignored the ringing from the cell phone that was in his pocket that was draped on Psyche's sofa.

The screen blinked many times.

Miranda's calling.

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"Be careful with your eyes, Miss."

Psyche turned her attention to a pale-skinned man who was already standing next to her while putting both of his hands in her pants pocket.

"Sometimes the eyes can be more honest than the mouth." Smoke again. A slight slanted smile that reminded him of someone.

Psyche was not worried about anything the man said. Boldly, he again took his attention to Adam and a woman who started entering the car.

Right then they kissed.

"You'll end up like them if Adam finds out you're looking at him like that."

Psyche. "And it happened to your woman too, huh?"

The smile on the man's face disappeared. Then when he understood who Psyche meant, Jacob again chuckled softly.

"How pitiful are you, Senior." Psyche smiled cynically. "What if I approach her to keep your woman away from her?"

Jacob chuckling. He knew Psyche wasn't so serious about what she said. But for some reason, his two silver eyes were too serious to point at him.

"I'll get Adam to bend his knee to me, at that time you can take Miranda from him."

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"When you're getting stranger to yourself, you're getting lulled into this never-ending game."