Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

"I did all that to get your attention," Haze said as he heaved a sigh. "I was the first one to greet you that day, but you still noticed Ash. I knew I had to do something, and when I got jealous, I couldn't control my anger." I raised an eyebrow. Is it the day they were chit chatting in our room?

He was right, though. Now that I think about it, he did seem nice that day. He even complimented me. I thought he was just messing with me back then.

What he did wasn't right, but somehow, I understand him. When you like someone, you'll do anything for them to notice you. Sometimes, people even lose their rationality when they like someone.

But...

"Why do you like me?" I asked, expecting him to be taken aback by my question.

However, he answered that question casually.

"Because you can fight for yourself in your own way."

Instead of him being surprised, I was the one who widened my eyes in shock.

"And that's the first time I heard that," I said as I lightly touched my chin. "Everyone told me that I should fight and release the devil inside me."

"You fight for yourself in your own way, Sapphire. They just don't see it. Only the same kind of people can recognize the same type of characteristic."

He chuckled a bit, but I could still see the sincerity in his eyes.

I was about to ask what he meant by that, but he spoke again.

"By the way, don't think that Evangeline was dumb for sending you here. I was the one who requested her to do that. I wanted to talk to you, but because of this," he showed me his still-bandaged shoulder, "I couldn't do it, so I made you adjust instead."

I chuckled for two reasons. First, because his last remark was sarcastic, and second, because I felt stupid for being intimidated by Evangeline earlier.

Who in their right mind could perform well after breaking a bone? I thought she was just losing her sanity.

"I think I should go now." I fixed my shirt and hair a bit. "Thank you for wasting my time."

I just don't think I can trust him that easily, especially when it's them. I should always be ready for whatever they plan against me.

"Are we okay now?" he asked me before he checked his face in the mirror. "Damn, my bruise still hurts."

Only now did I notice that his bruise seemed new. This guy is really unlucky. He already broke a bone, and it seems like he got beaten up again on the street.

But I was wrong.

"That damn Ash."

"Ash did that?" I asked the question even before I thought of it.

He nodded and pointed to another wound on his lip. It was the wound I noticed on him before I dislocated his shoulder.

"He said you're his, and no one can take you from him, not even us, his friends."

"What do you mean by that?"

My heart skipped a beat. I had a bad feeling about what he was saying.

"By now, Mason probably has a bruise on both cheeks too," he answered, chuckling a bit. "That's only fair so I'll have someone to share the pain with."

I shook my head in disbelief as I walked towards the door, intending to leave without saying anything more.

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However, someone opened the door for me just as I was about to open it.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

It was a man in his 50s wearing a gray three-piece suit. I knew he was rich, but just by his stance, I already felt intimidated, which I rarely feel.

The man in front of me seemed like his gaze alone could kill me in a second.

"Are you okay, miss?" he asked in a low yet authoritative tone. "You look pale and scared."

He then looked at Haze, who was lying on his hospital bed. Even though I couldn't see him because my back was turned to him, I could feel the weight of Haze's gaze on me. "Did you do something horrible to her, Haze?" the man asked.

His voice, which was calm earlier, now sounded intimidating.

I looked up to see his face but quickly averted my eyes when I realized something upon looking at his face.

"N-no, I'm fine."

Damn, I even stuttered while saying that.

He looked strangely familiar to me. Even his voice and his entire presence felt familiar.

And just by looking at him, I was already frightened, and I didn't know why.

I had only seen him twice, but it felt like I already knew him. Was it just my imagination, or did he also seem to know me well? He seemed oddly comfortable with me, I guess.

I suddenly remembered the day when I was in elementary school, and our teacher asked us to create a family tree.

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I was rummaging through old photos in the storage room when I found a picture.

It was my mother with three guys. They didn't look like lovers, but they seemed close to my mom. It seems like they were around the same age. The picture was taken in a garden that looked like paradise, and it seemed like it was taken decades ago, given how old the photo looked.

My mom was simply dressed in a t-shirt and pants, while the two men on either side of her wore expensive suits.

An unfamiliar guy was on the right side of the picture. He had his arm around my mom while she smiled at him. Another man on the left side of the picture. He was looking seriously at the camera with his hands behind his back. They looked like friends... or was it something else?

"Mom, who is this?" I asked her, who happened to walk into the storage room while I was looking at the photos.

"Just someone I know." She took the picture from me and hid it behind her back. "Finish what you're looking for and put everything back when you're done. Your dad will get mad if he finds that mess."

The person on the left side... It was the man in front of me.

"I'm Simon Parker, Mason's father, if you're wondering," he said, as if he could read my mind.

That brought me back to reality. Was my curiosity evident?

"You know my son, right? It seems like he's quite interested in you," he explained as he raised an eyebrow. "And by looking at you, I can see why."

I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but I forgot about it when I remembered something else. I had been dying to see Mason over the past few days because I wanted to ask him something, but now, his father was standing right in front of me.

"Can I talk to you, Sir?" I asked, hiding the fear inside me. "I need to ask you something."