Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” he snarled. “One of us could have hit you!”
“But y-you were going to beat each other up—-”
“Of course I was going to beat him,” Yuki growled. “Did you think I’d let another guy touch my woman?”
She stared at him, stunned. My...woman?
In the wake of her silence, the sheikh drawled, “I don’t believe Ms. Chariot agrees to being yours.”
Contempt flashed in Yuki’s brilliant blue gaze. “I don’t recall anyone asking for your opinion.”
Seeing Yuki move as if to punch him again made her recover herself, and she quickly turned around to face the sheikh, stammering, “S-Sheikh, please. Could you give us a moment?”
After one tense moment, the sheikh acknowledged her words with a nod, but just when she started to feel relieved, she caught sight of the glint in the sheikh’s dark gaze—-
Oh no.
“As you command,” the sheikh murmured. “Anything for my sweet little mare—-”
She barely had time to throw herself at Yuki, who had already started to lunge towards the sheikh.
“Stop!”
“Let go, senpai.” Yuki’s voice was harsh, his body rigid with rage. He reached for the pair of arms looped around his neck, but this only made Katerina tighten her hold on him.
Ahead of him, the sheikh was already walking away, trailed by his bodyguards, and the sight only fed his rage. “I said let go—-”
“No!”
He felt her arms tighten even more, and normally this would please him, but it only made him feel the opposite now. “Do you care so much about that man,” he grated out, “that you don’t want to see his pretty face marred?”
Her body shook against him, and Yuki almost thought she had started crying again—-
“Says the man with another pretty face.” With her face hidden in the crook of his neck, her voice came out muffled, but he still heard her just fine.
Every word she said...and every word she didn’t say.
He heard it all.
Felt it all.
Whoever the guy was, he didn’t matter the way Yuki mattered to her—-
But it didn’t change a thing.
She still believed it was over between them.
Rage lost its grip on him, and his arms closed about her.
A moment later, he swept her up, and she let out a strangled gasp as she found herself being spirited away, past all the alternately gawking and glaring students.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Taking you somewhere we can talk privately.”
She didn’t even waste her time telling him they had nothing to talk about and that she had already made her mind up. When Yuki was in this kind of mood, it was simply better to go along with his plans. Eventually, he’d realize the same things she did anyway.
But for now—-
“Can I just walk?”
His arms tightened around her. “No.”
Right. It was worth a shot anyway.
“Just close your eyes, senpai—-”
She thought about it and decided he was right. If she couldn’t see it, she could pretend it wasn’t happening.
“And enjoy being in my arms.”
Yuki felt her body jerk at his words, but still he kept walking—-
A moment later, he felt her burrowing closer, a silent acknowledgment that he was right.
She liked being in his arms.
But then he felt something else, the hot, wet touch of her tears against the side of his neck, and it, too, had something to say. She did like being in his arms, but she also believed it would be the last time.
“I meant what I said, senpai.”
She didn’t answer, and he hadn’t expected her to.
“I’m never letting you go.”
The words made her squeeze her eyes shut more tightly, but it was no use, and the tears just kept falling.
Stupid, crybaby KC.
She felt him bending down, heard the click of a door unlocking, and by the time she opened her eyes and pulled away he was already placing her on the passenger’s seat of his car. A moment later, he joined her inside, and she watched him switch the ignition on, then the AC.
Yuki started to fasten his seatbelt when he noticed her still staring at him, and his fingers stilled. “Senpai?”
“Can we just talk h-here?” Her gaze didn’t meet his as she spoke, her body tense, her tone thin. Everything about her was screaming at him to just get it over with.
His jaw clenched, and he let go of the seatbelt. The sound of it snapping back made her flinch and look up—-
Good.
He captured her gaze.
She wanted this over? Fine then.
“I love you.” He didn’t think he could be any goddamn clearer than that.
But she only stared at him like his words would never be able to reach her—-
“I will always love you. I will never stop loving you.”
“Yuki—-”
She stopped speaking when his fist slammed against the steering wheel, and a part of her was terrified at the face of his rage.
But when he spoke—-
“Don’t say my name like that.”
She realized how foolish she was. This wasn’t someone angry—-