JEALOUS?

Ozan dismissed that man. He cancelled his meeting just because of Leyla and He didn't even knew that Leyla's hatred for him is stronger than before because she thinks that it's because of him that her bestie Hayat betrayed her. Ozan casually sit on the chair beside Leyla. Like what the hell? 

Leyla narrowed her eyes, gripping her coffee cup tightly. Ozan had no boundaries.

"This is my café," Ozan said coolly, leaning back in his chair, his gaze locked onto hers. "Privacy doesn't exist here."

Leyla scoffed, a bitter smirk forming on her lips. "Right. Just like respect doesn't exist in your world."

Ozan's jaw tensed, but he didn't respond to that. Instead, he glanced at the man Leyla had been meeting with. The guy seemed amused, but one sharp look from Ozan wiped that smirk right off his face.

"You can leave," Ozan said to him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The man hesitated, glancing at Leyla as if asking for permission to stay. But before she could say anything, Ozan added, "Now."

The man sighed, shaking his head slightly before standing up. "I'll be in touch," he muttered to Leyla before walking away.

Leyla watched him go, then turned her burning glare back to Ozan. Her blood boiled with anger. This man… This was all because of him.

If Ozan hadn't been in her life, Hayat wouldn't have betrayed her. If he hadn't come into her world, she wouldn't be sitting here, filled with hatred so deep it made her chest ache.

She let out a humorless chuckle, her voice dripping with venom. "Enjoying yourself, Ozan? Or do you want to ruin a few more things for me?"

Ozan's eyes darkened. "I'm protecting you."

Leyla let out a laugh—sharp, cold, mocking. "From what, Ozan? My own life?" She leaned in slightly, her voice low but dangerous. "You're the only danger here."

Ozan didn't flinch. He didn't even blink. He just sat there, watching her, reading her like an open book.

"You hate me that much?" he finally asked, his voice steady but laced with something deeper—something unreadable.

Leyla clenched her fists under the table. Hate? No. It was something worse. Something that burned in her chest like fire, something that wouldn't let her breathe.

She leaned back, arms crossed, her gaze never leaving his. "I despise you, Ozan."

Ozan's lips twitched as if he wanted to smirk but held back. "Good," he muttered under his breath.

Leyla's brows furrowed. Good?

Before she could ask, Ozan suddenly stood up, towering over her. "You're done here," he said, grabbing her wrist.

She yanked her hand away instantly, eyes blazing. "Don't touch me."

Leyla's blood boiled. Who did he think he was? She wasn't going anywhere with him.

She stood up, her chair scraping against the floor, and stepped closer to him. "You're nothing to me, Ozan," she spat. "Not my protector. Not my friend. Not even my enemy. You're just a mistake."

Ozan's expression didn't change, but his eyes… his eyes burned.

He leaned down slightly, his voice quiet but sharp like a blade. "Then stop making that mistake over and over again, Leyla."

Leyla's breath hitched. He turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, fists clenched, heart pounding, and a storm raging inside her.