Chapter 028 Arrived

Song Recommendation: Colours by Halsey

"HHU!" Delia gasped for air, jerking up from her back. She slowly scanned her environment.

She felt a shiver in her spine with her eyes trailing over the dark grey thick concrete walls. The four walls of the large empty room was lit by a small bulb above her. She slowly got up.

Moving her eyes around, she realised there were no doors nor windows. It was very similar to a dungeon.

CLICK!

"Huh!?" She snapped her head around. There stood the exact same man. A white man dressed in a shirt covered in blood with folded sleeveless. His face was hidden in shadow, leaving only his left tattooed arm showing clearly.

He stared at her for a full minute in complete silence — not moving. Delia stared at him as well, mentally contemplating what to do.

Why was she seeing the same man over and over in three did dreams now? And why was his face always hidden in an unnatural shadow cast?

She decided to take a step forward. "OOF!" She hit her forehead on an invisible wall, stumbling back.

"What the!?" She looked straight up at the man who watched her. She stretched out her hand, being able to feel the transparent wall.

"Huh?" She grimaced in confusion, moving her hands to feel the sides. The wall continued around her till she realised she was in an box.

Blinking twice, she gazed back at the stranger man. She heard a chuckled from over her shoulder.

She turned around — her brows shot up. "Dilen!?"

There he stood — formally dressed with his left hand in his pocket and the right holding a book.

Standing a few feet away from her, Dilen had his eyes lazily drag over the words of the open page in his hand.

"Dilen?" She called out again. He slowly looked up to offer her the grin on his face as his cold green orbs piercing through his glasses.

But he wasn't looking at her — he was looking at someone behind.

Curious, she followed his line of sight to gingerly crane her head over her shoulder. The black haired man stood there; now three feet away. His entire face was shadowed.

She turned back to Dilen.

"AH!" She shrieked in fear, as her heart skipping at the sight of Dilen; who appeared closer than before... Smiling.

And it wasn't a genuine one.

Confused on which direction to turn, she flickered her eyes between Dilen and the mystery man. Both men shared the same height and almost the same physic. The only difference was, the mystery man was buffer.

Delia finally settled her eyes on Dilen.

Watching him carefully, Dilen then slowly rose his hand with the book in it.

Before she knew what he was trying to do — Dilen shot the book at her face.

"OUCH!"

Delia hopped on her seat, instinctively clenching to her forehead as the sharp sensation of pain spread across her skull.

She groaned, rubbing her head for a moment before opening her eyes to the seat in front.

"You sleep like a log", Dilen stated. Delia looked down at the floor then back at him.

"Did you just shoot your book at my head!?"

Dilen shrugged as he got up from his seat. "Get ready, we'll be landing soon". Delia gave him one more glance from head to toe. She hissed, getting up from her seat and pacing the dressing rack.

She selected the clothes and marched angrily to bathroom.

After a long bath, she finally stepped out.

As she returned to her seat, Dilen's eyes trailed after; while dressed in a different suit with his hair nearly combed to the side, Dilen smirked.

"I have good taste in female wear", he noted, skimming his eyes over the clothes he had picked for her.

Delia rolled her eyes behind the large shades rested on the bridge of her nose before relaxing back on her seat.

The room fell silent as Dilen then resumed tapping his phone.

Given that it was her first time meeting the Liams, Delia knew it was wise not to blind herself with the wigged-hat. So instead, she wore the dress Dilen picked; with a black puffy fur coat — it's furry collar reached her high cheek bones — and a floppy black hat that covered most of her face.

Even with more than a glance, one wouldn't be able to identify or see her face.

Dilen scanned her once more, grinning. "You're smart". He understood her reason and style of head covering.

"I know".

She got up and walked to a table for a glass of water. Returning back to her seat, Dilen stood her path.

"Huh?"

"Here", he thrusted a brand new phone to her face.

"Have this. New social media accounts have been opened for you. Don't worry, your account is private and doesn't carry your full name".

With squirted eyes, Delia slowly analysed the phone in his hand.

"iPhone!?!"

"Yes?"

"Why??" She looked up at him.

"Because you can't use your cheap phone if you're going to be posing as my girlfriend".

"Cheap!? Phone of forty thousand is cheap!?" She stepped back, staring at him in disbelief. Dilen shrugged.

Truth be told, Delia, in her right senses, would never buy a phone that cost more than twenty thousand even! But it was her mother who bought her the phone she was currently using — and she wasn't going to let someone call it cheap just because it was android!

"I don't understand? What is in this iPhone that I need to lose my original phone for?" She crooked her head.

"Everything".

Delia chuckled, losing her fake accent, "You wasteful rich people don't have problems. I should use a phone that can pay someone's entire college fee and still have change? So that when it falls, my heart will break along with it?"

Dilen chuckled, "Stop being cheap".

"Na you sabi that one", she walked around, completely ignoring his hand holding the phone. She walked up to her seat.

Dilen turned to her, "What?" He asked, not able to grasp her last statement.

Crossing her legs, she answered, "It means, that's your business", She switched back her accent to American.

"I don't see the difference between these phones. They can both chat, call, snap and break. Why spend so much on that one?"

Dilen grinned, shaking his head as he sneerly walked back to his seat. He stared at her for a few seconds before asking;

"I realized you don't have any social media account. Why?"

"Because I love my peace of mind".

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, I don't have any interest in following up any celebrity. Neither do I have the energy to socialize with strangers and add more troubles to my life".

She noticed his lips pull up into a smile. "Interesting".

"Hm", she retorted, pulling out her own phone.

Dilen rested back on the seat, slowly digesting in the girl's look. Her legs were exposed from her knee downward; revealing her fine smooth melanie skin. Even with the coat on, her bosom curves were still very much visible to complementing her hip curves.

Dilen exhaled deeply, "Fine". She looked up at him as he continued, "Take the phone, but don't use it. Just carry it around when we're in public. My assistant will handle your accounts".

Delia stared at him quietly. She then nodded, "Okay". She received the phone and returned to her position.

Dilen smiled.