The soft golden light of morning streamed through the windows of the room. Hana's eyes slowly fluttered open, and she found herself held captive in Tyson's strong arms.
Her head rested on Tyson's broad chest, her body enveloped in his warmth. Hana lifted her head slightly and looked at Tyson's face.
Deep eyes, sharp features, the faint shadow of a beard—Tyson was asleep, but his face held the same stern and dangerous look...but what Hana felt most was the tightness of Tyson's grip, as if he had no intention of letting her go.
Hana was lost in watching Tyson's face when his voice suddenly broke the silence—"What are you looking at so intently?"
Hana startled...she stammered, "You... you're awake?"
Tyson slowly opened his eyes and looked at Hana, who was still gazing at him.
"I've been awake for a while," Tyson said with a slight smile, "just didn't get up because you were sleeping."
Hana said in surprise, "Why?"
Tyson pulled Hana even closer into his embrace and said, "Because if you felt like looking at me again, you would step outside. So, I stayed here today."
Hana looked at Tyson in astonishment at his words.
Tyson ran his fingers over her cheeks and said in a soft but deep voice, "Hana, get used to me... you are my delicate doll, only mine. Only I have the right to look at you, and you only have the right to look at me."..."You will go out with me, you will do whatever you need to do with me."
Hana said innocently, "Then why do you scare me?"
A faint smile touched Tyson's lips, but the same deep, dangerous glint remained in his eyes.
Tyson said, "Fear is necessary, Hana..." "Otherwise, the other person tries to overstep their boundaries."
Before Hana could say anything, Tyson's phone rang—Trring-Trring.
Tyson's phone rang...He glanced at Hana and then started getting dressed. After dressing, Tyson took his phone and went to the balcony.
"Jordan," Tyson said as soon as he put the phone to his ear.
"Boss, Doctor Zenith is arriving in India tomorrow," Jordan's voice came over the line..."and your biggest enemy, Dane, is going to pick him up from the airport."
A dangerous smile spread across Tyson's face. Tyson said without any expression, "Keep an eye on his every move," Tyson said in a calm but heavy voice, "and when you get the chance, plant a transmitter in Dane's car, so I get news of everything they say."
Jordan said, "Yes, Boss!"
Tyson hung up and returned to the room...His gaze fell on Hana lying on the bed.
Hana tried to move slightly, but as soon as she tried to sit up, a slight pain crossed her face, and she lay back down.
Without a word, Tyson scooped Hana up in his arms.
Hana looked at him in surprise, but Tyson's face held the same serious and possessive expression.
Tyson carried her straight to the washroom and gently placed her in the bathtub.
Tyson turned the water knob, and lukewarm water began to fill the tub...steam filled the air, and Hana sighed in relief.
Without a word, Tyson took off his clothes and sat down in the bathtub behind Hana.
Hana's soft body pressed against Tyson's strong chest.
Tyson gently took water and poured it over Hana's delicate shoulders, caressing her lightly with his palms...Hana's breaths grew heavy...her eyes slowly began to close.
Tyson ran his fingers down her neck, then stroked her bare back.
Looking at Hana, Tyson said, "Relax, doll..." Tyson's voice echoed in her ears, and Hana felt a slight shiver.
Her eyelids felt heavy...Tyson's touch sent a strange sensation through her body...
The steam from the warm water still floated lightly in the washroom. Hana's eyelids were moist, and her body still felt Tyson's touch.
Tyson slowly got out of the bathtub and put on a bathrobe over his wet body. Then he looked at Hana, who was still sitting in the tub.
Tyson said, "Get up, doll..."
Tyson grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet.
As Hana's delicate body came close to Tyson, he supported her slightly with his strong arms and, draping the bathrobe over her shoulders, said in a deep voice, "Now you won't feel cold."
Hana looked into his eyes, which were as always serious, caring in his own way, and possessive.
Tyson led her out of the bathroom and opened the wardrobe, taking out a soft cotton t-shirt and lower for her.
Hana stood silently as Tyson dressed her.
When she was ready, Tyson looked at her and, gently touching her cheek, said in a soft but firm voice, "You go to the room, I'll be right there." Hana went to the room.
Tyson took off his bathrobe, got dressed, and came out.
Tyson saw Hana sitting on the bed. Tyson went to Hana and, placing his hand on her cheek, said, "I'm going out for some important work..." "You will stay here, no need to go out..." "Food will be here for you in a little while, eat comfortably."
Hana looked into his eyes and nodded innocently.
Tyson's sharp gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he looked at his phone screen and left the room.
Outside, Romy was already waiting with the car.
"Boss," Romy said, opening the car door.
Without a word, Tyson got inside...the car sped towards the office.
A few hours later, the car stopped in front of a gleaming building...the tallest building in the city, the top floor of which housed the headquarters of 'Tyson Corporation'...a luxurious cabin covered in black glass—where only the true king of the city could sit.
As Tyson entered the building, the faces of everyone from the receptionist to every office employee turned serious, and they all stood up as they saw Tyson. Without looking at anyone, Tyson went straight to the elevator and up to his cabin on the top floor.
Tyson entered and took off his black suit jacket, placing it on the chair.
He turned on his laptop and started checking some secret deals and Dane's movements on the screen.
"The game has begun..."
The same dangerous glint was in Tyson's eyes, the sight of which could make his enemies' souls tremble.