[!!!WARNING!!!: SENSITIVE CONTENT! Avoid the chapter if you're too sensitive, please]
Michael's thoughts went back to the days when he had to use critical schemes and methods to drive away troubles. Although he hated being unethical, sometimes he had to do it to safeguard his company—the one his father built with his very own blood and sweat.
"What happened, Michael?" Layla's voice broke him from his reverie. She was looking at him with a worried gaze; he felt her hands cold against his chest, and it hurt him to see how scared she was.
Michael took her hand in his. Bringing it close, his lips brushed her knuckles before he offered her a soft kiss. Layla's eyes held his, and he could witness the emotional turmoil in those beautiful honey orbs.
For once, Michael weighed the decision of whether to tell her the reality or not. Well, if he didn't, he would be going back on his promise—that is, to never lie to her.
