True Love of the Heir
CSP. 49

Not a second did Arsen miss except by looking at Nadira. Pay close attention to every movement of the woman when rearranging her second room. Open the suitcase to put the clothes and all the equipment on the floor.

Quite simple but to be honest, Arsen was happy because Nadira was willing to come back with him tonight. A fluffy smile had decorated his face from afternoon.

There is nothing that makes the night happier than Nadira being here. I don't know when Arsen felt euphoric over the presence of someone in his life. All he understood now was that he would feel lost and hollow if Nadira was not by his side.

It may be true, his grandfather said, that Arsen had fallen in love with the woman, whom he had forced to be his wife. The woman he accidentally met next to his escape.

It may also be true that love can come with time. It doesn't matter how or why the feeling of love comes. The most important thing for him now is to keep that love intact.

"Can't you help me?" asked Nadira who seemed to be exhausted, after returning home from the main residence, Nadira insisted on rearranging their room which he thought was not aesthetic and beautiful to the eye, even though Arsen had asked him to rest.

Arsen who was just sitting watching whatever Nadira did immediately nodded and approached Nadira quickly.

"What to help, honey?" asked Arsen in a seductive tone while folding his shirt arm up to the elbow.

"Help me slide this table dong, my hands feel numb," pinta Nadira as soon as Arsen approached her. Not paying attention to the attentive gaze that Arsen gave her. Or rather, Nadira is not — yet realize it.

"I told you to take a break, go take a shower, let the rest of the waiters do it" Arsen said, encouraging Nadira to clean up. While he shifted the table according to the instructions that Nadira gave him.

When she finished, Nadira smiled and, according to her, picked up a towel in the closet, Nadira stepped into the bathroom.

But it came back to a halt and looked at Arsen again. "Don't touch his stuff, yeah!" he said he warned Arsen not to touch his belongings.

Replying to Nadira, Arsen only raised his shoulders lightly and muttered. "Either the goods or the person, equally should not be touched so?"

After making sure Nadira was in the shower, Arsen called some servants to tidy up their wardrobe. While waiting for the woman to finish, Arsen was again busy with his laptop, checking some files in his email.

"Young Master, it's done. Dinner was also prepared" the butler told him.

"Yes, bring the food here."

30 Minutes had passed since Nadira had gone to take a shower. Arsen had even finished reading some files but Nadira had not yet come out. "Just take a shower, why so long?" tanyanya.

"Nadira?" call him while knocking on the door a bit hard. "You're still inside? Don't stay in the bathroom too long, the wind will catch up" he said worried. Silence, no sound. Not with the law or the gurgling of water.

"The door is locked? ... Open the door, Nadira, or I'll break it!" he slammed the door hard. The sound of his voice shocked Nadira who was soaking.

"What's up?!" said Nadira jerked. Poking her head, Nadira immediately grabbed a towel on the edge of the bathtub and put it on quickly.

"You slept in the bathroom?!"

"Huh? No, really!"

"I think ... I thought you were hurt" said Arsen, shaking, then walked up to Nadira and helped her out of the bathtub. From such a close distance, Nadira could clearly see Arsen's concern for her.

Arsen's eyes could not escape the curves of Nadira's body, which was only wrapped in a white towel. Interestingly, Arsen's worry that had originally appeared suddenly vanished when Nadira touched her gentle face.

"How many days did Mr. Arsen not shave?" tanyanya turned Arsen's face to the right and to the left.

"It seems, from that night on," she said choked as Nadira lifted her chin and accidentally touched her neck.

Is he teasing me or really not knowing?

Pulling Nadira's finger, Arsen swallowed his saliva with difficulty and turned his face in the other direction as long as he did not catch Nadira's open shoulder. Also Nadira's legs are white manicured, making Arsen's blood rustle warm. There's something strong pushing down there that's keeping him tight.

"Say, why didn't you answer that?"

"Oh, it was fun soaking so don't hear anything. Wh why? Mr Arsen call me?" nadira asked while wearing her bathrobe.

"Yes, dinner is ready. You ... You go out first."

"Why?" the question was a little surprised to see Arsen's reddened face. Also, his body temperature is what Nadira says is hotter.

"I think I should take another shower."

***

His face changed from staying too long under the shower. From the reflection of the mirror, he could see Arsen moving to the wardrobe. His sturdy back and resolute way of walking clearly managed to steal Nadira's attention for a moment.

Feeling insufficient, Nadira approached Arsen who looked confused looking for his nightgown. "Wear this shirt alone" said Nadira holding out a T-shirt taken from their closet.

Not commenting, Arsen immediately wore it in front of Nadira. Letting the woman see everything clearly. His field chest, the muscles in his abdomen, as well as his burly hands are proof that the man obviously exercised a lot and took good care of his body.

For a few seconds Nadira was fixated on looking at Arsen who was standing not far from him, even Nadira only realized there were some scars around Arsen's shoulder and stomach. I think it was a scar at that time, I never knew how much pain that ever he took. So he was never easy...

"What are you daydreaming about?" tanya Arsen jolts Nadira's daydream about Arsen's scar. She's done getting dressed.

"Nothing, not nothing" replied Nadira briefly.

Arsen grinned. "What you mean 'nothing' is something I think. Don't tell me you're thinking about something else" Arsen said slightly teasingly. Raising his clothes, Arsen pointed at his own stomach.

"You want this? Hm?"

Nadira's forehead is linked. Seeing that, he was moved to ask. "Actually ... What happened that night, sir? Why are you getting hurt and passing out?" tanyanya approached Arsen and pay close attention to the scars he had.

Far from Arsen's guess, it turns out Nadira was only curious about the scar. What are you thinking, Arsenio?! it means to yourself.

Raising her face, Nadira looked back at Arsen with her hands folded across her chest. "Say, what's going on? I want to know everything!" pinta Nadira is firm and demanding.

Shoring his chin up, Arsen pretended to think. "Let me remember first, yes," he said. His eyes split, looking for the right reason to shift Nadira's focus.

"Don't pretend!" nadira exclaimed with the behavior of Arsen who always diverted their conversation since noon.

Sighing resignedly, Arsen lowered his gaze. "Okay, sorry, I lost. I'll tell you, but in bed!" he immediately carried Nadira on his shoulder.

"Put me down!" shouting Nadira. Arsen did not care about the small blow to his back. Then, Arsen laid Nadira in the middle of the bed and imprisoned Nadira's body between his hands.

"What makes you so curious?" ask Arsen. Staring deeply at Nadira, he had no intention of letting go of the woman tonight. Whatever happens.

Under Arsen's confinement, there was nothing Nadira could do but stare at the man towering above her. "Your past and everything about you" replied Nadira as she tried to push Arsen. But nil, Arsen was getting stronger pressing him.

"Why?" arsen's growl could barely contain his impulse.

"Why?" birthday Nadira.

"Say, I want to know why. Your curiosity isn't enough, honey. I want to find out why I clearly just considered telling you or not" Arsen said. Next to his hand, he traced the temple to Nadira's cheek. His gaze fell on Nadira's ripe lips.

Nadira hissing furiously. Makes Arsen even more want to tease her. "Beautiful," whispered Arsen who immediately got a sharp gaze from Nadira. "Oh, very difficult to conquer."

Arsen got up from his position and pulled Nadira to sit down as well. Damaging her hair, Arsen sat right in front of Nadira. "By the way, I'm serious about wanting to know your reasons" Arsen said after a few seconds they spent staring at each other.

"Every married person aims to live together. I think we should be, too. Everything that happened between us was in such a hurry before, leaving us no time to understand each other" Nadira replied seriously.

"I know, I also told you and asked you to let it all just happen. But it seems, now it can't be allowed to do that, can it?" Nadira nodded briefly.

"We can start over if we want to" Nadira said. "And in my opinion, restarting this relationship can start by knowing each other."

"Including the past too?"

"I think it should start there" replied Nadira briefly. Watching Arsen for a while, Nadira was unable to find an answer as to whether the man intended to tell her or not.

If Arsen really doesn't want to tell him that's okay, Nadira won't force him. It's just, Nadira is very curious what happened to Arsen first— or at least before they met, so that later he can predict, so that he can predict, prepare yourself and try to calm down or be okay when Arsen is injured like last time.

"Well, it's okay if Mr. Arsen does not want to, I will not force again," said Nadira after tired of waiting for Arsen to open his mouth. He went down and was about to eat dinner which had been neglected.

"I'll tell you, but I have 3 wishes," said Arsen holding Nadira to stay in her place.

"I can't take it anymore," timpal Nadira felt tired continue to play with Arsen. Throwing down Arsen's arm, Nadira fell on her back right next to the man.

"Please .. "glove Arsen while putting Nadira into his warm embrace.