Chapter 20: Chapter 20

Nani hirunkit

The tension was unbearable as I paced my room. Did Dew give my phone to Sky. He’d taken one look at the screen and left, his expression dark and unreadable.

Now, Mark sat in the corner, watching me like a hawk. His usual calm demeanor was overshadowed by the unease radiating off him.

“Mark,” I said finally, stopping mid-step to face him. “What’s Dew doing? Why didn’t he say anything before he left?”

“He’s probably already told Boss,” Mark replied, his voice steady but his jaw tight.

The mention of Sky sent a fresh wave of anxiety crashing over me. “What if I should’ve gone to Sky first? What if this makes it worse?”

Mark stood, walking over to me. “Doctor, you did the right thing. Dew’s job is to assess threats. Boss trusts him, and so should you.”

The reassurance should have comforted me, but it didn’t. “What if he thinks I kept this from him?” I muttered, mostly to myself.

“Boss isn’t going to think that,” Mark said, his voice softening. “But you should prepare yourself. He doesn’t take threats lightly, especially not when it comes to you.”

A knock at the door interrupted us.

Mark’s posture immediately shifted, his hand instinctively moving toward the concealed weapon at his side as he approached the door.

“It’s me,” Dew’s voice called through the door.

Mark opened it cautiously, stepping aside to let him in. Dew’s expression was unreadable, but there was tension in the set of his jaw.

“I told Sky,” he said bluntly, his eyes flicking to me. “He wants to see you.”

My stomach dropped. “Did you tell him everything?”

He nodded. “He read the messages.” At the same time he passed me back my phone.

“And?”

Dew hesitated, his gaze briefly meeting Mark’s before returning to me. “He’s not taking it well.”

In that moment my phone buzz again

'You have been warn'

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Sky’s Office

When I entered Sky’s office, the first thing I noticed was the tension in the air. It was thick, suffocating, wrapping around the room like a storm waiting to break.

I see him stood near his desk, his back to me as he stared out the window. Win was there too, his arms crossed, his expression tight. Dew followed me in, shutting the door behind us.

“Sky,” I said hesitantly.

He didn’t respond immediately.

Slowly, Sky turned.

The look in his eyes made my chest tighten. It wasn’t just anger—it was something deeper, something raw.

"Why didn’t you come to me? Threats. About me. And you went to Dew instead?" he asked, his voice low but sharp.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

I clenched my hands into fists, trying to steady myself. “I didn’t want to—”

“Didn’t want to what?” he interrupted, his voice rising. “Bother me? Hide it from me? Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if I didn’t know about this?”

“Sky, stop,” Dew interjected, stepping forward slightly. “Nani made the right call coming to me first. I brought it to you the moment I assessed the situation.”

Sky shot him a glare. “That’s not the point.”

“What is the point?” I said, my frustration is boiling over. “That I didn’t run straight to you the second it happened? That I didn’t let you control the situation?”

His eyes narrowed, his body radiating tension. “Yes. Because when it comes to your safety, I don’t trust anyone but me.”

The weight of his words hit me like a punch to the chest. “You don’t trust your own man?” I asked, my voice trembling. “They’ve done nothing but protect me, Sky. You don’t have to carry this alone.”

“I do,” he snapped, his voice cracking slightly. “Because if something happens to you—if he gets to you—” He stopped, running a hand through his hair as he turned away.

The room fell into silence, the weight of his words settling over all of us.

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Win metawin

I watched as Sky struggled to pull himself together. It wasn’t like him to lose control, but when it came to Dr. Nani, all his usual composure seemed to vanish.

Dew shifted beside me, his jaw tight. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he held back, probably knowing it wouldn’t help.

“Boss,” I said finally, stepping forward. “We’re already taking precautions. The mansion’s on lockdown, and my team is working to trace the source of the messages. We’ll find him.”

Sky didn’t respond immediately, but I saw the way his shoulders tensed.

“That’s not enough,” he said finally, his voice low.

“What do you want us to do?” Dew asked, his tone careful but pointed. “Bring Hong to you on a silver platter? Because we don’t have a location yet, and you know as well as we do that rushing in without intel will only make things worse.”

Sky turned to face him, his eyes cold. “Then find him. Fast.”

Without anymore words, i pull Dew with me leaving Sky and Nani in the office.

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Nani hirunkit

The tension in the room was unbearable.

Sky hasn’t stopped pacing since I came here. Every step he took felt like a silent reprimand, a reminder that these messages weren’t just a threat to me—they were a strike against him.

I sat on the sofa, watching him, my chest tight with a mix of frustration and guilt. I wanted to say something, to break the silence, but I knew he was already wound tight, his composure a thin layer over the storm brewing inside him.

“Sky,” I said finally, my voice was soft.

He didn’t stop pacing.

“Sky, can you just—”

“I told you to give me the phone,” he snapped, his voice cutting through the room like a blade.

I froze, his tone startling me. I hadn’t seen him like this before—not with me.

“And I told you I’m not giving it to you,” I replied, my voice firmer than I felt. “Taking my phone isn’t going to fix this.”

Sky’s anger wasn’t unfamiliar, but this was different. The way he looked at me, the way his voice cracked under the weight of his words—it wasn’t just anger. It was fear.

He was unraveling, and I didn’t know how to stop it.

“This isn’t a game, Nani,” he said, his voice low but sharp. “Whoever is sending these messages isn’t just trying to scare you. They’re trying to get to me through you. Do you understand what that means?”

“I do understand,” I shot back, standing from the sofa. “II know what they’re trying to do. But locking me down and taking my phone isn’t going to change anything.”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he was going to yell. But instead, he closed the distance between us in a few quick steps, his presence towering and suffocating.

“You don’t get it,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less intense. “Hong doesn’t just want to scare you. He wants to hurt you. And if something happens to you—” He stopped, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “I can’t let that happen.”

Who is this 'Hong' that can make Sky show his weakness and his fear.

I stared at him, my chest tightening to watch his scared face.

“Sky,” I said softly, reaching out to touch his arm.

He pulled back, pacing again. “You think you’re safe because you’re here? Because there are guards at every door?” he said, his voice rising slightly. “That bastard doesn’t care about walls or guards. He’ll find a way, and when he does, it’ll be my fault.”

“Your fault?” I repeated, frowning. “How is any of this your fault?”

“Because I brought you into this!” he shouted, finally stopping to face me. His eyes burned with anger, but I could see the fear behind it, the guilt. “I dragged you into my world. I put a target on your back the moment I refused to let you go.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak.

“Do you regret it?” my voice quieter now.

His expression faltered, the anger slipping away to reveal something raw and vulnerable.

“Of course not,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not terrified of what could happen to you. You think I’m being controlling, but I’m just—” He stopped, running a hand through his hair. “I’m trying to keep you alive.”

“Then trust me,” I said, stepping closer. “Trust me to handle this with you. I’m not a child, Sky. I know what’s happening, and I know the risks. But I also know you.”

He looked at me, his eyes searching mine like he was trying to find an answer he didn’t want to admit.

“I know you’re scared,” I continued, my voice steady now. “But you don’t have to carry this alone. Let me in. Tell me about this guy Hong, about what he’s done to you—what he’s doing now. I deserve to know.”

For a moment, he didn’t respond. The silence stretched between us, heavy and charged.

Then he exhaled, turning away to face the window.

“He used to work for me,” he said finally. “He was one of the best—sharp, loyal, someone I trusted completely. But seven years ago, something happened. There was an operation we were running, and it went wrong. His partner… his partner didn’t make it.”

I frowned, standing slowly. “His partner?”

“Lego,” he said, his voice tightening as if saying the name hurt him. “They were… everything to each other. I didn’t know until it was too late, but Lego was his reason for everything. I was the one who took that away. Or at least that’s how he sees it.”

“Was it your fault?” I asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe it was. I made the call. I thought it was the right one. But Hong doesn’t care about the details. To him, Lego’s blood is on my hands. And now…” He paused, his hands clenching into fists. “Now, he wants me to feel the same pain he did. He doesn’t want to kill me, Nani. He wants to make me watch the people I care about suffer.”

“Sky,” I said softly, stepping closer.

He turned then, his eyes meeting mine. They were raw, unguarded in a way I’d never seen before.

“I can’t lose you,” he said, his voice trembling. “Not to him. Not to anyone.”

“You won’t,” I said firmly, closing the distance between us. “You won’t lose me.”

He shook his head, his hands clenching into fists again. “You don’t understand. You say that now, but if something happens—if he—”

Watching him unravel like this, seeing the weight he carried for me—for us—I couldn’t hold it back any longer. He needed to hear it. I needed him to know.”

“I love you.”

The words spilled out before I could stop them, but I didn’t regret them.

His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, he looked stunned, like the weight of my confession had knocked the air out of him.

“What?” he whispered.

“I love you,” I repeated, my voice steady despite the rapid pounding of my heart. “I know your world is dangerous, and I know it’s messy. But I don’t care. I love you, Sky, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He stared at me, his expression unreadable, and for a moment, I thought he might push me away.

But then he stepped forward, his hands cupping my face as his lips crashed against mine.

The kiss came without warning, a clash of fear and longing that stole the breath from my lungs. His hands gripped my face like he was afraid I might vanish, his lips moving against mine with a desperation that both broke me and held me together.”

When we finally broke apart, his forehead rested against mine, his breath warm and uneven.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he murmured.

“Yes, I do,” I said, my hands gripping his shirt tightly. “I love you. And I’m staying. No matter what.”

His eyes searched mine, and I saw the moment his walls crumbled.

“He pulled me into his arms, holding me like the world outside didn’t exist. His grip was firm, almost desperate, like he was trying to anchor himself to something solid. And for the first time, I wasn’t afraid of the shadows that followed him. I’d stepped into his world willingly, and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.”