13 He's Jealous

I noticed something different about Khane's demeanor. For some reason, I felt increasingly anxious as he pulled me to follow him. He led me to a room separate from the party area. Khane abruptly released my hand, causing me to almost stumble, but fortunately, I managed to steady myself.

"Wh-What did I do wrong?" I asked, seeking clarification.

I was sure Khane was upset because something went wrong at the party. Was it because the men had flirted with me and called me beautiful? I wasn't sure.

Khane looked at me with a terrifying expression, making it difficult for me to even move. Why was he silent and not answering my question?

Suddenly, he moved quickly, grabbing my waist. Our bodies were so close that there was no distance between our lips. Yes, Khane kissed me fiercely. It was the first time I had experienced his anger expressed through a kiss. It was truly torturous.

I even held my breath as his kiss deepened. It was rough, with small bites on my lips that were painful. I could also taste something salty, which I could only assume was blood from my injured lips.

His embrace was so tight that I couldn't resist or move. I had no idea what was going through his mind, making him so emotional toward me.

Unintentionally, tears began to flow. Khane pulled away, and his gaze was as if he wanted to kill me.

"Why did you respond to them? You're acting like a cheap woman!" Khane emphasized.

I was confused about which behavior he was referring to. I hadn't felt like that at the party. Could it be because of that man?

"Sir, I didn't feel like that at all. If there's something about my behavior that upset you, I'm sorry. I truly didn't mean to anger you," I explained to Khane.

I hoped he wouldn't be angry anymore. But his gaze remained intense with high emotions.

"You're so flirtatious, like a cheap woman! You're mine! I paid such a high price for you, and yet your behavior is so disappointing!" Khane reminded me of that day.

My legs felt like they could no longer support my weight. I was reminded of the time when Mr. Brams sold me to Khane for an outrageous price.

"Sir, I apologize if my behavior seems irritating to you. I really didn't mean it. I even tried to stay silent at the party. Which behavior of mine made you so angry?" I tried to clarify the issue. I didn't want Khane to take his anger out on others.

"It's all your fault! You made me like this!" Khane shouted, his emotions reaching a peak.

My body trembled at his high-pitched tone. I sank weakly to the floor, my face down, and I didn't dare to look at Khane anymore. Any explanation I gave would be in vain.

I saw Khane turn around and walk toward the door, leaving me alone in that room. A room where I didn't even know what to do?

I could only cry silently. I didn't want anyone to hear my sobs. Khane would be angry if someone helped me.

My heart ached from his words. It felt like a false accusation. Was Khane jealous of that man named Hanzo?

Yes, with the first men, Khane was still very casual. He didn't even care about them and chose to leave. It was different with Hanzo, who immediately made Khane furious and took it out on me. Who exactly was Hanzo? Why did he make Khane so angry?

Now, I didn't know what to do. I didn't know anyone here. Should I go out to find Khane?

I couldn't leave in this state. I needed to go to the restroom to wipe away my tears and fix my makeup. I got up from my position and walked toward the door.

I hoped Khane would return after I finished with my makeup. But at the door, I ran into Hanzo. He looked different from Khane.

I saw him extend a hand with a handkerchief.

"Wipe your tears, Miss. Do you need any help?" Hanzo asked with his gentle voice.

I froze for a few seconds until I realized that I shouldn't accept it. I declined the handkerchief and chose to leave. Unfortunately, Hanzo grabbed my hand.

"Miss, where are you going? Are you going to look for him?" Hanzo asked me.

"It's none of your business, Sir. Let me go; I need to leave," I replied with a sharp look.

"Hmm, it's not my business with him. But it is my business with you. I see you're being hurt by that cold-hearted man. If you ask, I will help you," Hanzo offered his assistance.

"Unfortunately, I don't need any help here. You can handle your own affairs, Sir. Please, let me go now." I insisted that Hanzo release me.

Why are all these men so stubborn? What does Hanzo actually want from me?

"Sir, let me go!" I said again with a tone of insistence.

When I finally freed my hand from his grip, I walked down the hallway to find the restroom. But the building was so unfamiliar to me. Even finding the restroom was confusing. I hurried my steps, almost stumbling over my own gown.

"Ah!" I was about to fall to the floor when someone caught me by wrapping their arms around my waist.

When I stood up properly, I saw Khane's face. Had he just saved me?

"Th-Khane, thank you. I thought you were going to leave me here," I said casually.

I was sure Khane wouldn't just let a woman worth fifty million go easily. He hadn't even had fun with me yet; the torture hadn't been fully revealed.

"What are you doing here?" Khane suddenly asked, making me nervous as I answered.

"I-I … I'm looking for the restroom, Sir." Fortunately, I was able to answer correctly.

Khane pulled me by the waist and we walked toward the restroom I had mentioned. "Hurry up!"

After hearing that, I quickly entered and fixed my face. I took a tissue and gently dabbed my face. I didn't want to ruin my makeup by rubbing too hard.

While I was busy, I felt someone hugging me from behind. I looked into the mirror and saw Khane kissing my neck.

Khane did it again, his arms holding me tightly as if he didn't want to let me go. I felt his fingers moving slowly, giving a strange sensation that made my body temperature rise rapidly.

Suddenly, he turned me around so we were facing each other. This time, Khane kissed me gently, a contrast to the roughness from minutes ago. The kiss was so tender that it guided me to respond.

"You're so beautiful, darling." I vaguely heard Khane say those words.

Whether to feel happy or scared, in the end, I was swept away by the mood Khane created.