It's been two years since he has gone to study abroad.

I still remember the day I came to live in this house after my parent's death.

I still remember the day when he suddenly came into my room. 

I was looking at him with shocked eyes because of his actions. He locked the door and started coming in my direction. I knew that I was in danger but I can't move my body.

Bloody hell, my body was held by the cold gaze of his blue sea-colored eyes. 

With long steps, he was coming towards me, and in a flash of seconds, he was in front of me. He grabbed my hair making me look into his eyes, my eyes were close afraid of meeting his cold star but the next word from his mouth made my eyes short open.

"Who was that man Jane with whom you were laughing and talking answer me. Who was he," he shouted in anger. I took in his appearance his jaw was clenched and his eyes were burning in anger.  

H-e-he saw me with him. 

I knew I was in danger. Now, what should I do was the big questions for me. 

Warm tears filled my eyes ready to slip out from the corner of my eyes by remembering that day. The memor memory of that day still you heard it right.

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“Hmm… uncle…” mere whispers came out from my mouth. How will I explain that it was his son who has put them there… 


Uncle was still looking at my bruised wrist and aunty too joined him. "Who did this to you, sweetie? Is someone hurting you?" the uncle asked with a worried voice and hurt was on his face. Uncle loves me so much. 


Aunt's eyes were filled with tears. “Tell us, dear. Is someone bullying you at college?” Aunt still thinks I'm a child. In a normal situation, I would have laughed but she asked me with so much concern. Her tears started falling. They both love me so much. How am I going to tell them that their son is the person who did this? 


No, I can't tell them. I won't tell them. They will be more hurt, but what should I tell them instead? “Hmm… uncle, aunt” I was trying to come up with something. 


“Jane did you start wearing the wristbands again," the aunt asked with a worried and horrified expression on her face. 


Chapter 22