15. Went abroad

*Sigh*

Layla looked down at her own body that covered in marks and bruises from head to toe. There's no parts of her body was unmarked, including her inner thigh. She looked up and saw the time already passed dinner time, she decided to leave here.

With her trembling legs, Layla trotted to the bathroom. After locking the door, she sighed as she plopped down on top of the toilet bowl. Feeling tired and numbs all over her body, Layla felt her decisions to go abroad was right. If she stay longer in this villa, the day ahead likely will be filled with his unbearable loves and pampers.

Deep down, she felt pleased. But, at the same time, she scared. Scared of her own feelings towards Adrian. She admitted that she's already in love with him in some way, yet there's a tangled, a hurdle inside her heart. As if Adrian hiding something from her. She asked Allen before, but the later tight lipped. Fred also same. The three of them hiding something from her. But, what is it?

Unconsciously, her hands went down to her stomach area. Somehow, she felt empty inside. As if she lost something important. Something precious and dear to her. But, again, what is it? Before at the hospital, she once dreaming about a child cries. At first, she thought that there's a mother with a child admitted to another side of her room. But, her room was a VVIP room. The sounds insulation should be good. When she asked the nurse next morning, the nurse laughed as she said there's no mother with a child occupied next room or in front of her room. In this level, only her room has patient. That's is her alone.

Before she could think more, someone knocking the bathroom door from outside. Adrian's worried tones was heard.

" Layla? Are you alright?" Layla snapped back to the present. She scowled, feeling irritated at him.

" I'm good, Adrian." She answered, slightly annoyed.

" It's been half an hour. Are you done yet? I want...-!" Before Adrian ended his words, Layla interrupted.

" Five minutes I'll done." Layla stood up, switched on the shower to bath as quickly as possible. Adrian chuckled, then went back to the sofa. Not long after, a clicking sound aroused his attention towards the bathroom. He saw Layla wearing fluffy white bathrobe went out, making her look cute and a bit sexy...

" I'm done." She looked up to only catch him peering over to her. Layla rolled her eyes, ignoring the man's hard look. She huffed as she strode over to only find her clothes shredded in pieces. She sighed.

As for Adrian, he look at her in silence. He saw her using the intercom to call someone. Soon, he and she heard Allen's lazy voice at other side.

" Who?" Allen asked. He sounded sleepy.

" It's me. My bag?" Layla asked.

Silent.

" I handed it to Adrian's old butler. Ask him." Allen yawned, only to be blocked by Fred's lips. Stunned at his sudden aggressiveness, Allen struggled to stop him. But, the man himself was so occupied by his lips until the phone fell off the bed.

" What? Hey, where are you?" Layla heard something dropped off, and soon, she hear mens groaning and moaning. Her lips twitching as dark look covered her face in seconds. Those bastards...she cursed under her breath. She slammed the phone down in anger.

" What happened?" Adrian asked out of kindness, but Layla's cold glares shut him up immediately. She went out the room to find the butler. If she stay, he would find something was wrong with her. Her heart thumping hard as this was first time for her to heard two mens in bed activity. It's too bizarre!

Damn...my poor ear...

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Adrian blinked at her sudden outburst cold look. He pretending to not hear what happened on the other side. Well, he knows the relationship between Allen and Fred. Looking at Layla's cold look, he pretty much sure this was her first time.

He walked into the bathroom to wash. After ten minutes, he went out only to find Layla still not in the room. He frowned.

After securing the bathrobe, he went out to find Layla. But, he's late. Layla was gone. His face turned darker than charcoal as he gnashing his teeth in anger.

That woman leave him again!

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Layla sat inside the car she 'stole' from Adrian's garage, driving towards the airport. After an hour passed, she called Allen back.

" Are you done?" She asked coldly. Allen scratches his head, guiltily as he understood the meaning of Layla's question.

" Uh...yeah. Our flight was at tomorrow noon. You should stay at Adrian's villa for the night. Me and Fred booking a hotel room for the night. See you tomor-...!" Before his sentences complete, Layla cut in.

" I booked another flight tonight. See you at Manchester. Bye." She ended the call. Only 'dududu...' sounds filled Allen's ear. Damn, she mad.

Fred chuckled at Allen pouting. Layla is still Layla. For Adrian...man, he couldn't believe that wooden man fallen for Layla. Is he blind or what? That woman is brutal and ruthless, unlikely to be a lady.

" Just let her be. She's an adult, not a child anymore." Fred's stuffed the half burns cigarette in the ashtray. Tonight, he become aggressive as he pull Allen into the bed.

" What are you doing?! Hey! Enough! You...!" Fred turned deft as he turn Allen lying down on his stomach. He pulled Allen's buttock upwards. Before Allen could protests, Fred mercilessly went on stuffing his penis inside. That night, the four people not in the mood to sleep, especially Adrian.

He ordered his men to track Layla's car. But, only found the car at the park without the driver.

" Find her!" Adrian rubbed his face in frustration. Their flight should be at noon tomorrow, so he didn't think that Layla would booked another flight tonight. Wouldn't... isn't...?

" Master, several delayed flights has been checked. But, Madam couldn't be found. There is two private plane flights tonight, but both are from the government." One of Adrian's men wiped off his sweat, thinking they are dead tonight.

Adrian frowned as he thinking hard. He pulled out his phone to call Allen and Fred. But, both of the men turned off their phone. As ex-mercenary himself, he know how hard to track down their traces if they want to conceal it. Especially Layla. Her mastery in concealing traces was topnotch. She left her phone inside the car, including her passport. She erased all the phone calls list, even breaking the mobile phone into pieces.

Damn it! He cursed.

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