Chapter 75 Not until I saw you
Kylian’s POV
It got to a point I wanted to run away again. Being stuck with these two and working so hard to make her regain her memory was the worst thing ever. I kept making fun of Ravyen, who had dyed his hair black, to her taste. I was the spectator, chewing some popcorn at times and feeding my eyes with their cool dramas.
I became Ravyen’s companion, encouraging him to not give up and just commit suicide or break up with her because he wouldn’t win her over. She was…wow, I’d say a stern one, acting like a tyrant and just giving the poor Ravyen a heart attack. She had her demands, and everything Ravyen did to make her recall her memory seemed futile.
My darling sister claimed not to recall. He preferred her locked up, but shit, the new her preferred going out. If he refused, she called the cops on him or threatened to put the house on fire. That wasn’t a joke; I had witnessed it. The burning aspect.
That day, Ravyen and I were on the balcony, chatting about her behavior and how pissed off he was. I had just told him to shoot himself or call Frank to beat him up, then he’d reconsider sticking with her. While in that inspiring discussion, something wet poured on me. I wasn’t the only one; Ravyen was hit too. The strong scent hit me—it was gasoline.
Rolling my gaze, I found her opposite us with a lighter. I had never seen Ravyen that scared of losing his life. He crouched himself on the chair, cursing and frightened as she was willing to strike the matchbox.
Another experience was when I decided to have a good night’s rest after running an errand for her—to get girly stuff. Then I heard a thunderous knock on my door. Gruesomely, I headed there to see who it was. Opening the door, I was greeted by handcuffs and a policeman glaring at me. I couldn’t believe I was arrested for human abuse just because Ravyen and I objected to her going out for a party.
Urgh, here I was, watching over her like a hawk as she chatted with friends. If I were asked where they came from, I’d say that was a tale for another day. But I’d still be thrilled to say they were just random neighbors around. The peace of this mansion was haunted by them. They were more like her peers, and quite nice and accommodating.
At times, most of these women requested my contact—to have a one-night stand with them. Unfortunately, they weren’t my type.
Ravyen had instructed me to keep an eye on them, as he couldn’t trust either of them. That was fine by me, as long as he was paying me hourly for the job.
Boredom became a part of me. My teeth crunched the peanuts in my hand as I yawned, feeling drowsy. Not until I saw _him_.
I felt my heartbeat thud and I rose from where I stood, staring like a fool. The sleep washed off my eyes.
He had exchanged courtesies with the ladies adjacent to where I stood. They were at a distance. When he drew closer to me, my heart stopped beating again.
"Kylian?" he muttered, as my eyes fell on his lips.
"Yes?" I replied softly and in a seductive tone. _I didn’t mean to say that._
"Seems you now work as a bodyguard to her," he began, and I gulped hard, nodding my head while shifting my gaze at him. I had to get myself together, just not to appear weird and abashed. I didn’t know why I felt this way, but there was no harm in that feeling.
"Why are you here?" I questioned, cutting straight to the chase.
He tucked his hands in his pocket and said, "For you."
His husky tone felt like a melody to my ear when he said that. I wanted to feel his breath on my face. I wanted to feel his heartbeat. It was so awkward for me that I tried to keep myself in control. He was here _for me_? Did he feel the same way I did? Did his heart flutter like mine?
"Why?" I furthered, as we stared intensely at each other.
"I miss you," he whispered, licking my lower lip, and scoffed shyly.
It was okay; I guess I wasn’t the only one feeling this way. He drew closer to me, searching my eyes, and we inhaled each other’s breath. Sweat beaded on my face as I felt timorous. The silent moment was just killing me, and I didn’t want this to end.
I grinned at him, but his face wore that serious gaze, like he wanted me but just didn’t know how to express it.
"Should we just kiss?" I asked, not minding to taste his lips right in front of these women. In movies, this was the part where we kiss with this intense moment.
He furrowed his brows at me, like I was someone strange and a freak.
"Eww, Kylian, no! You’re crazy," he snapped, scanning me like I needed help. "You’re not my type either."
I snarled, trying not to feel like a fool in front of him. I just hoped he took it as a joke.
"Just hand me what Ravyen gave you to keep," he reminded me, diverting from our words as he seemed in a haste.
_That was the reason he was here, for a file which Ravyen left behind._ I felt like slapping myself to snap back to reality. He only said he missed me to pull my leg. I totally fell for that. Nice try—and just regretted it.
It was bizarre, though, as Frank doesn’t joke. He is always serious, like his boss, but why was he acting so different lately? From my speculations, he was liking someone, or a woman was making him docile.
"How’s Arianna coping with this whole memory thing?" he asked, his eyes beckoning on me to lead the way.
I was too enraged to answer him. I preferred to keep silent, which I did before he left.
I felt so bad for myself for almost losing it. While I stared at him before he left, I felt my phone beep in my pocket. I hastily took it out from my right pocket, brought it out, and found a message.