Faye had to muster all the courage within her to ask the question, and even so, the words could not leave her without her cheeks flaring a scarlet red. Blushing or not, she was determined enough to raise her head and her snow-fair neck before nailing her eyes onto the chairman of Violet Vision.
The intensity of her gaze caused Zayn’s heart to pound tumultuously against his chest. He was starting to panic. His mind was expeditiously rummaging through all the possible motives that were fueling her thought process.
What was the purpose of her saying something like that? Was it because she had cracked the code?
Did she know who was behind the mask?
Or was it all a test?
He was panicking so much that he could not read Faye’s gaze properly. He did not notice the ardor nor the passion burning brightly in her eyes.
Faye’s heart was racing, too. The chairman’s silence made her believe that the man had conceded to her request, so she reached towards the man’s face to relinquish him of his secret identity.
Zayn reeled his head out of his frenzied stupor and caught her hand. “What are you doing?” he growled.
Faye was not the least afraid. A fire of vidity and courage blazed in her eyes as she closed in on him, her eyes fixated on her lover. Passion possessed her, sweetening her voice into a hushed, lithe melody, “I want to see how you look like, please.”
Unfortunately, Zayn was a complete halfwit in matters that concerned the complexities of love. Even at that moment, he misinterpreted her actions. “What’s wrong? Are you doubting my identity?” he asked darkly.
Sensing his indignance, Faye quickly explained, “Oh no. You misunderstood me, Mr. Chairman. I just want to remember your face. I want it embedded into the back of my brain!”
Zayn froze. He noted the flush in her cheeks. The heat from her brows. The hazy, burning flames in her eyes. He could be the dumbest man in the world, but he still knew. He knew instinctively that Faye lusted after him. She was burning for him!
Zayn could maintain his calm demeanor. His heartbeat was irregular and accelerated, as if it wanted to leap out of his chest. He felt it pounding in his head, four years of marriage with Faye, and she had never, ever looked at him like that.
What a fatal shot to his heart!
Faye was mesmerizing in her loves truck state. Zayn’s focus was starting to drift.
His daze was all Faye needed to reach out again. Her fingers grazed over the surface of his mask, pushing upwards.
Zayn felt a cold draft intruding his chin, one that jerked his attention back to himself. Then, with his lightning reflexes, he grabbed hold of Faye’s hand. However, a loss of control over his strength caused him to hurt Faye’s wrist.
The woman grimaced. “Owh!”
He let go of her and backed away, maintaining a considerable distance between them. “Get a hold of yourself, please! Stop wanting to look at my face for once, okay? The revelation will put you in mortal danger! Don’t you understand?”
Yes, Zayn was deliberately exaggerating it. It managed to shock Faye for a second, but her fear subsided almost instantly, she was not afraid at all.
“I don’t mind. I’m not scared,” Faye replied, straightening herself.
Zayn was speechless.
At the very least, his mind was back on track. Neither of them could afford to remain in their current situation. He had to get back to what he was doing, pronto.
“Get out of the car and stay away from here,” Zayn ordered gruffly. He untied the rest of her ropes and helped her out of the car. Then, he produced some tissues and used them to remove his fingerprints. The last thing he wanted to do was leave evidence.
When he was done, he brought Faye to his car. As he was in such a rush to rescue her, he simply drove his Audi A7 to the scene.
Faye had never seen the car before, but Thomas had told her that Zayn drove him home from his university with an Audi, which had suffered a dent on its hood after.
This Audi’s hood had an obvious dent, too.
As soon as she entered the car, she questioned, “Hey, did you borrow this Audi A7 from Zayn?”
“What?” Zayn’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly put on a tone of nonchalance and followed up with a question of his own. “Why do you ask?”
Faye did not think too much about it; “Well, Zayn owns the same Audi A7, and his car has a dent at the front too.”
Zayn admitted that he was careless, he managed to forget such a crucial detail!
English
Arabic
Dutch
Filipino
French
German
Hindi
Indonesian
Italian
Spanish
Thai