Obsessed to Hate Him Chapter 21: Revenge?

LIAM

Shit went downhill after the guards appeared in the backyard. The first thing that reflected on their faces was: ’Why is the Supre Commander and his assistant handcuffed together?’

As embarrassed as I was about the situation, Kian looked completely fine and nonchalant about it as if it didn’t even bother him. And the way this man is, maybe the situation actually didn’t bother him.

That asshole had a whole damn bundle of talismans with him. He sealed Crystal away with it in a jar. That man made wonder if he was actually an imperial army commander or so kind of spirit dium. He then talked to the lord of the house and walked out with with so much ease and poise that it almost made my jaw fall.

He didn’t talk to as we rode his horse back to his castle. I am a little disappointed in myself for not being able to cut Kian’s throat down when I had the ti. But I need Andreas Norlen. Oliver ntioned that the man had found out who Oliver was and started to blackmail him over leaking it. I need to talk to this Andreas fucking Norlen. But who knows if I will ever get the chance to hold my blade against Kian’s throat again.

The thought makes my shoulder droop.

Jennifer didn’t look all that pleased with since I ran away this morning. But she didn’t voice it. At least I am back and I have a feeling they will have in even tighter security wraps now.

But none of these are my concern right now. The problem is...

"I want to go to my room and sleep," I demand, pulling ferociously at the handcuff with my left wrist.

"And I don’t want to go to your room to sleep." Kian doesn’t budge; he lightly tugs at the handcuff, and I stumble toward him.

"This is absurd!" I bellow, "Just let go! And we can sleep in peace. And this is stupid, whatever you are trying to pull with these handcuffs of yours."

"I am just trying to make sure that you are not running away." Kian starts to walk toward his room, dragging along the blue carpeted floor since I wouldn’t go there healthily on my feet. "And we are still not even with that knife stun that you pulled at the last minute."

Anxiety swells inside my stomach as I try to cut off the subject, "We are not talking about that! Let go! I don’t want to sleep with you!"

"I don’t care whether you want to sleep with or not. I don’t give two fucks about it. But it is for damn sure that I am not letting you go even if you are dead. I will tie your bead body with rather than letting you go." He continues to drag with him as if he is using to mop his castle with .

"You are being ridiculous!" I thrash around madly, "This isn’t possible! You can’t do that!"

"Oh, you don’t want to see try, Cherry." Kian abruptly stalls, his head turned to and his mouth twitching up, forming a smirk.

A shiver dances down my spine but I stifle it. "Cherry?" I blink and quirk my brows. "What does that an?"

Kian bents down before , coming to my eye level, "You sll of fresh spring and cherry blossom. And your eyes and deanor resemble it as well. Fresh, thriving, and beautiful. So Cherry."

"I have a na." I return, a frown taking place between my brows.

Though it is not my real na anyway.

"This is a nickna, Cherry." Kian suddenly grabs my bicep and pulls to my feet, making gasp softly. "Get used to it. The earlier the better."

I try to bicker with him so more but it seems like Kian has turned off as he strides to his room—the biggest one in this stone fortress. Kian pushes open large double doors that are seemingly of his bed chamber.

The room is huge. The room will be triple the room that I am staying in right now. The room is richly furnished with notch-quality furniture. There is a large window opposite the king-size bed. And a veranda at the right of the bed. There is a large elegant crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and so other furniture. The room slls of leather and coffee beans. Rich, sweet, and alluring. But the room doesn’t bear any sign of personalization.

To think I have never been to this room before.

Suddenly, my face heats up, and my stomach starts to swirl.

"Ki— " Kian looks at ,"—H-Hey, let go. Unlock this handcuff. I need to go."

"You need to go where?" Kian raises an eyebrow, amusent evident in the action.

"I need to pee!" My face is bright red, not that I care at the mont.

"Then pee," Kian replies simply.

"What the f...?" My face twitches, "I need to pee! I can’t do that here!"

"I am not unlocking your handcuff. And I am not going with you either." Kian drawls, "So you have to pee here."

Of course, the universe just has to fuck with .

"Please." I am desperate now, "Let go, or at least co with ."

"Okay fine." He answers to my surprise, "But you have to call my na."

So he noticed that I am avoiding calling him by his na...

"Do I have to do this?" I shift uncomfortably, trying to control the pressure at the pit of my stomach.

"If you want to pee then yes." Kian looks at eagerly, almost dancing on his heels as he waits for to spell out his na.

I dip my head lower as the flas of embarrassnt blaze harder. "Please, Kian...let pee."

As the words tumble out of my mouth, I am suddenly lifted off the ground on Kian’s shoulder as he bolts out of his room and down the hallway.

What the...?