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The night Zoran rescued me, he gently stroked my head.
Bit by bit, he helped dry my wet hair.
He looked at me, his tone soft and warm.
"Aria, you shouldn't be like this."
So he taught me, instructing me in business strategy, imparting all the knowledge he had acquired throughout his life.
But on the night I had learned enough and, blushing, confessed my feelings to him.
He got me drunk on a glass of vodka and sent me to another man's bed.
Later, he regretted it, and did everything in his power to take me away.
I laughed, reaching back to link arms with the man behind me.
"But Zoran, I don't want to leave now."

A Substitute For Pure Love

"Can we really not discuss such an ambiguous topic here?" Vivienne frowned in confusion.


"What? Does my liking you depend on the time, place, and people around us?"


After leaving the hospital, I felt a bit lost.


In the heat of the moment earlier, I had deliberately fished for the answer I wanted.


But when I actually got it, I panicked a little.


I was afraid of going down the same path as I did with Zoran.


I looked up and saw a passenger getting out of a taxi.


I quickly jumped in and said goodbye to Vivienne.


No matter what, let me avoid this for now.


I'll put feelings aside for a bit and sort out my own issues first.


The day after I left the hospital, I received another call from Zoran.


He softened his voice, playing the sympathy card, trying to rekindle my affection.


Chapter 9