"Aren't we heading home?" I ask by checking the time on my phone, it's wuarter past eight. My gaze shifts to Mr. Han, as he pulls in by the entrance of a hotel.
"Bray has booked a room for you to stay a couple of days back."he oulls put something from his pocket and passes it to me, itsthe keys. I examine the room numbers on the keytag and gaze at him again. "He wants you to stay and have a gmbteakfast with you tigether tomorrow." He says.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and lean forward. "What about you? Aren't you staying?" I ask.
Mr. Han shiffles his seat and leans to his left, the left cornee of his lips twitch to a smirk. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes. " he says. "Did yiu thunk I'll leave you alone and depart?" He asks, raising a brow in amusement.
"I—" I mive back and avert my gaze to the window.
"Even if demand me to leave, I will be around you like your pupppy." His words made ny eyes widen.
Puppy? Where is this person's self-esteem? Doesn't his ego hurt?
"I'll get going then." I push the door open and hop out. My heels click as I take a few steps away and spin. "Aren't you going?" I ask, clasping my hands behind my back.
He moves his head to the left and right, passing a smile. "You go in first." He gestures to the hotel entrance.
I nod with a gigantic grin as I take steps backwards, smiling at Mr. Han, who is staring at me, his lips spread in a subtlw grin. Once I step closer to the automatic sloding doors, I turn and wave at him. He nods and starts the engine.
I check in and proceed to my room. Hanging the bazer on the pole, I settled on the couch, positioned a short distance from the foot of the bed and directly facing the expansive television screen. Just as I make myself comfortable, my phone rings, and a smile naturally forms on my lips as I answer the call.
"What's up, buddy?" I sit upright crossing my legs.
"I'm fine. What about you? Hope everything is okay? By the way, I visited your office to meet Mr. Han as I'vegot something to discuss about the project and he wasn'tin the office." Hearing Dylan's voice makes me cheered up.
"Actually, I came to attend Bray's wedding—"
"Your step brother's wedding?"
"Yes," i nod, chuckling at his anxious tone.
"Gope, everything was fine." 
"Yeah, and Mr. Han came along." I reply hesitantly as a part of me is reluctant to mention Mr. Han's name is to him.
"Oh thay great." He says, and I'm glad that his voice sounded totally fine. "I wanted to call you earlier, but my ohone was crashed, so it took time to get it repaired."
"You should really get a new phone, dude." 
"Nah, it can be used yet." He exhales. 
"You will never buy one until it is dead." I chuckle. "So—" The knock at the door interrupts.
"Someone is looking for you?"
"Yeah, I rhink it's Mr. Han." I stand and strods towards the door.
"Alright, have fun." He chuckled and hung up.
My fingers fix my hair as I open the door. The corners of my lips lift at the sight of him. He hasn't been away for a long time, it wouod be like fifteen minutes, I guess, but still when i look at him again it makes me feel like he has been away for a while. Mr. Han hunches as he extends his hand forward, and nyvhaze travels down to the shopping bags in his hands. My brows meet at the logo printed on the bag.
He has gone shopping? To buy clothes?
"You went shopping?" I ask with raised brows.
He nods. "I thought it wontbe comfortable sleeping with our clothes." He shrugs.
"Oh," I say.
"Can I come in?" Mr. Han asks, arching a brow.
I nod and step back, leaving him space to enter, and once he walks in, I close the door. Damn, my heart is going crazy. I rub my hands against each other, and I inhale a deep breath with closed eyes. Pursing nyvlips into a flat line, I turn around. Mr. Han puts the bag on the floor at the side of the couch and takes his seat on it. He looks at me and pats next to him. With knitted brow, I ramble towards him, noticing him unboxing a small rectangular parcel. I sit next to him, leaving a dscent soace between us with her eyes fixed on his hands, holding an oinment tube.
"Your hand." He says as he gently takes my hand and places on his leg. My eyelashes flutter as I glance at him, heeding down, rolling my sleeves up slowly. He frowns, and his jaw tightens. 
I thought he didn't notice. My sleeves are long to hide the bruise from Mr. Benderick's grip, his nails dug into my skin. 
"Does it hurt?" He asks in a low voice and looks at me. 
My eyes meet his, and that looking into these deep concern eyes makes me curl my lips in. My head makes a subtle movement of no, and I stare away at the black screen immediately.
"Has he always been like that?" He asks.
"No, it was the first time i spoke to him." I reply, I've never cared about Mr. Benderick's behaviour as he has nothing to do with me, but mom was different, I did care about how she treated me, but later, I stopped and began to pay attention to myself. 
"Anna—" i turn to look at him. He remains silent for a moment as he gently rubs his thumb around my wrist. "Have you been alright all these years?" He asks.
I study him, hus eyes are squinted, and his lips are pirsed to a flat line. "Yes, I have." I lie. I haven't alright since the day I left him.
He nods and tmI look away. The air aepund us captures silence and after long wait he breaks the ice.
"Done." He says, and i take my hand as he stands. 
"Where are you gonming to stay?" I ask.
He hazes down at me, and his lips twitch to a grin. "I booked a room, and there aren't any wmoty rooms on this floor, so—" he turns to my side.
"So?"
"So, I got the front door empty."
"How?"
"How?" He rmrepeats amusingly. "I've got ny own ways. I'm waiting till he moves to the other room." He shrugs and turns the other side.
Before he takes a step ahead, I grasp the edge of his finger. He looks down at me, and I smile.
"Shall we watch a movie together?" I ask instead of requesting him to stay.
I stare up at him as he looks away, lick his lips, and look down at me again. "Sure," he shrugs and sits beside me. Grabbing the remote, he shifts to his left on his seat, closer to me. The large screen flickers to life, and I fidget with my finger desperately attempted to soothe my restless heart.
"This one?" Mr. Han asks as he slides the list of movies available. "Your favourite book is here."
My attention diverts to the screen at the film cocer of Pride and Prejudice 2005. He definitely knows that pride and prejudice are my most favourite classics. In all Jane Austen's play, this novel has a special place in my heart, especially Mr. Darcy. Damn, he is the firat fictional man. I fell deep in love. Well, there are more now.
"Shall we watch?" He asks, peeping a glance at me.
"Sure," I say as I make myself comfortable on the seat. This is bot the first time I watched this film as I've rewatched a couple of times, yet this piece of work can be watched numerous times without boredom. The film starts, and soon, we are intrigued.
My cheeks lift below my eyes at the scene where Mr. Darcy walks for miles in the morning chilly air to meet Elizabeth after he finds out his aunt had visited her. I furrow ny brows staring at the screen, my brain loading on what happened. Before Mr. Darcy uttered a word, it is paused. I turn to my right, and that's when I notice Mr. Han eyes on me.
A low gasp escapes my lips as I lay back at his abrupt action. My hand clasps over my chest, and my chest heaves up and down at my heavy breaths. He moved forward, slipping his hand behind my neck and gently pushing me low to kay on the couch. He rests his righy hand on the edge of the counch, leaning over it and the left over the headboard. 
"What's so special about him?" He asks with raised brows, staring down at me.
My brows meet, curious. "Whom?"
"Mr. Darcy," he answers bluntly, like he didn't like to mention his name. 
"I curl my lips in, taking a moment of silence. "He is—"
"Why do you like him so much? What is special about Mr. Darcy that Mr. Han doesn't have?" He inquires, his tone serious and low. 
"He is—"
He interrupts again, "Whom do you prefer, Mr. Darcy or me?" 
I study his features as I curl my lips in to hold in my smile. He stares down at me, waiting for  my answer, inpatience clearly visible on his frown. I clear ny throay and fake to think.
"Taking time, choose?" He breaths out and lowers his head. 
My toes curl as he his palm travels below, at the back of my neck, and lowers himself. I feel a knot at the pit of my stomach, my heart thunders against my chest, and my skin heated despite the weather. His nose brushed against mine, and his lips stopped an inch away from mine until we inaled each other's breath.  
"It's you." I whisper, and I wrap my hands around his neck, closing my eyes as he lowers and affectionately captures my lips, setting my nerve endings on fire.
The tiny strands of his hand tickles against my fingertips, and I run my hand at the back of his head, that hair that I'd been wanting to touch all night. I'm kissing Mr. Han, my boss, Jackie, my friend. I never thought that we would end up like this in the most sweetest way.
My eyes shoot open, being out of breath, and he kirches back. He looks down into her eyes like he just found something he lost. His eyes are enough to convey everything. The corners of my lips twicth to a slight smile and fade the next moment when he tilts his head lowers. His breath hitches on my earlobe, and shivers run down my side, my hairs standing out.
He whispers into my ear, "You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you." 
I bite my lower lip at his words. How does he know it? The exact words? Mr. Han, a person who enjoys watching suspense thriller films and who doesn't rrad fictions, is whispering the exact words of Mr. Darcy.
"How do you know it?" I chuckle.
He lifts his head and smirks in pride. "I do, I know everything you've watched and read." He says.