The soft morning light filtered through the window into the room, but the bed was empty. Hana's eyes slowly opened. She looked around, but Tyson was nowhere to be seen.
"Tyson?" she asked softly to herself.
Silence filled the room.
Hana slowly put her feet down from the bed and got up, moving towards the door. The room door was slightly open. She gathered her courage and stepped outside.
Hana slowly walked down the stairs and reached the hall.
Large sofas and sparkling chandeliers were all around. Hana looked at everything in astonishment; she had never seen anything like it before.
Servants were standing all around the room, now staring at her.
Hana felt a little uncomfortable. She said softly, "Where is Tyson?" she asked innocently.
A servant bowed and said, "Master is in the gym."
Hana blinked. And said, "Gym? What is a gym?"
The servants looked a little surprised.
One servant stepped forward and said, "Come, Madam, I will take you."
Hana started following the servant. In a short while, they arrived in front of a large door.
The door was closed.
The servant said, "Master is in this room," and then left.
Now Hana was alone. For a few moments, she just looked at the door.
She looked at the door fearfully. And then, slowly, she opened it with her small hands.
As soon as Hana opened the door, she froze at the sight inside. Her eyes fixed on one spot.
Tyson was standing with his back to her. He was shirtless. Beads of sweat were dripping from his muscles.
Tyson was looking at himself in the mirror in front of him.
Hana took a soft breath and whispered, "Tyson..."
Tyson heard the voice instantly. And his whole body stiffened.
He turned around sharply. His eyes locked on Hana, and in the very next moment, he moved towards her quickly.
Hana's heart started beating rapidly. Seeing Tyson's stern face and deep eyes, Hana became frightened.
She was about to take a step back when—"Ah!" Tyson suddenly lifted her into his arms.
Hana's legs wrapped around Tyson's waist.
Tyson leaned her against the wall. Hana's breaths quickened. Her hands rested on Tyson's shoulders.
Tyson's eyes were deep and dangerous.
Tyson said, "Who told you to come out of the room?" Tyson's voice was heavy. "Who told you to come here?"
Hana couldn't say anything. She just looked at Tyson with tearful eyes.
Tyson said, "Who told you I was here?" Tyson's anger increased even more. Tyson said in a loud voice, "Speak, Hana!" His roar made Hana tremble. Fear was clearly visible in her eyes.
Hana gathered her courage and said softly, "I... I was looking for you..."
Tyson narrowed his eyes. Tyson said without any expression, "And why were you looking for me?"
Hana lowered her head. She herself didn't know why she was feeling such restlessness to see Tyson.
But still, she said softly, "I don't know... but I wanted to see you. You weren't in the room..."
Tyson looked at her face for a few moments. Then suddenly, he placed a deep, warm kiss on Hana's forehead.
Hana's eyes widened.
Then Tyson whispered, "My delicate doll..." There was a strange emotion in his voice.
But in the very next moment—"Today, I'll show you what the consequence of disobeying me is..." A new gleam appeared in Tyson's eyes.
And Hana's innocent world was now about to sink into Tyson's darkness...
Hana's innocent eyes were still wide with fear.
Tyson still held her in his strong arms.
She couldn't say anything, just listening to the sound of her rapidly beating heart. Hana thought to herself, "What is Tyson doing...?" She couldn't understand why Tyson was carrying her out of the gym like this.
Tyson reached the lobby with Hana. He gently put Hana down on the ground.
Hana's legs were trembling. She still hadn't fully understood why Tyson was so angry.
But seeing the sternness on his face, she had definitely understood that something very big was about to happen.
"Everyone come here!" Tyson's heavy voice echoed in the lobby.
All the servants came running and stood in a straight line. Their heads were bowed. There was fear in their eyes.
Tyson didn't move from his spot, but his presence itself was so heavy that everyone was terrified.
Tyson slowly began to pace in front of them. And said, "Tell me, who showed Hana the way to the gym?"
No one spoke. Everyone's throat had gone dry.
Tyson stopped. His eyes became deep and dangerous. Then he raised his voice, "Who told her to take her there?"
Still no answer came.
After a long silence, one servant gathered courage and said softly, "Master... Madam was looking for you, so I..." Bang!! Suddenly a shot rang out. The servant's voice stopped right there. He fell to the ground with a thud.
Blood began to spread on the floor. Seeing all this, Hana screamed. "Aahh!!" She quickly closed her eyes and put both hands over her ears. Her whole body began to tremble.
All the other servants froze in fear. No one dared to look into Tyson's eyes.
Tyson slowly looked at his gun. Smoke was rising from its barrel. Then he blew on his lips and puffed away the smoke.
Tyson turned his eyes towards the other servants... Their breaths hitched.
Tyson said, "If anyone here works against my will..."
His voice had become even colder now.
"Then their fate will be even worse than this."
Hana slowly opened her closed eyes. Her whole face had turned pale. She looked at the servant lying on the floor, his blood still flowing.
Hana's lips began to tremble. She looked at Tyson. But there wasn't even a wrinkle on Tyson's face.
"Clean this place up," Tyson ordered. "And everyone get back to your work!"
Hearing Tyson's roar, the servants immediately sprang into action. They began to remove the body lying on the floor.
Hana was still frozen in her spot.
Suddenly, Tyson grabbed her hand and said, "Let's go." There was no emotion in his voice.
Hana's feet wouldn't move... but Tyson forcibly dragged her.
"Tyson... I... I—" Hana's voice faltered.
But Tyson didn't let her say a single word. He dragged her into the bedroom.
And then—"Bang!!" The door slammed shut loudly.
Hana was now in a place from where she couldn't escape.
What was Tyson going to do with Hana?
Would Hana now start to fear Tyson?
Or would this fear turn into something else?
Would Tyson have any regrets for what he did?