His dark eyes fixed on her face, deep and unreadable. For the first time, there was something unfamiliar in his gaze. Not anger. Not dominance.
Helplessness.
But Riyana didn’t notice it.
She turned slightly, ready to walk away again.
That was when everything happened too fast.
A car suddenly pulled up beside her, brakes screeching loudly. Before she could react, the door swung open and a strong arm grabbed her.
“What....."
She was dragged inside roughly.
Her ankle hit the car frame, a sharp pain shooting up her leg. Tears sprang to her eyes instantly.
“You psychopath!” she shouted, pushing at his chest. “Have you lost your mind?”
Jabco shut the door with a loud thud and leaned over her, trapping her against the seat. His face was close, his presence overwhelming.
“I’m sorry,” he said calmly. “But you didn’t leave me any options.”
His voice was steady, but his eyes burned with anger.
Riyana was shaking.
“You…” she couldn’t even finish the sentence.
She shoved him hard and adjusted herself on the seat, breathing heavily.
“I’m just going home to change my clothes,” she snapped. “Do you really have to act so harsh?”
Jabco straightened, fastened his seatbelt, and started the car like nothing had happened.
“Should we also do makeup?” he said coolly. “Style your hair?”
Riyana stared at him in disbelief.
This man was impossible.
She turned her face away, avoiding his hand when it brushed her cheek.
“If I can, I’ll go like this,” she replied indifferently.
She was wearing a simple dress.
Comfortable. Practical. She didn’t care.
Jabco glanced at her sharply but said nothing.
The rest of the drive passed in silence.
When they arrived home, Riyana went straight to the room. She changed into the dress Jabco had specially ordered. A high-end designer piece, elegant and perfectly fitted, as if made just for her.
She did minimal makeup, nothing more than needed, then stepped out.
Jabco was waiting outside, still on a call. He ended it the moment he saw her.
“I’m ready,” Riyana said.
He turned.
And froze.
For a moment, he simply stared.
The dress hugged her perfectly, highlighting her figure without being excessive. Her hair framed her face softly, and her calm expression made her look distant and untouchable.
Beautiful. Dangerously so.
“What’s wrong?” Riyana asked, uncomfortable under his gaze. She glanced down at her dress. “Is there something wrong with it?”
Jabco didn’t answer immediately.
He walked toward her, reached into his coat pocket, and took something out.
He stepped behind her.
Riyana stiffened when she felt a cool touch against her neck.
A shiver ran through her.
She looked down as he clasped a necklace around her neck.
Her fingers instinctively touched it.
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