The man’s hands wandered more to every curve of Lianne’s body. She broke a brief moan as if she was enjoying it but her eyes tightly shut and then a stream of tears fell from her eyes.
His mouth welcomed the pink taut peaks of her breasts and lavished it like he had all the luxury of time.
Her mind went blank. This new electric feeling somehow was blocking any reasoning and worse, it was taking all her energy away.
“No!” was all she could ever express when he turned his attention again on her lips.
“Lianne…”
Lianne…
Lianne…
Her name lingered again and again in her mind. The man’s voice was clear at first, but it too gradually faded as her attention focused solely on a familiar voice.
Lianne huh.
She had heard her name whispered countless of times. Was it in her dreams? Was it in reality? Unfortunately, she couldn’t remember.
“Open your eyes and look at me, ” the man commanded with his voice stern and domineering. “Lianne, look at me and remember.”
“Ruen…”
She suddenly uttered.
Upon hearing it, a pained expression painted his face.
Quickly, she opened her eyes. She didn’t exactly know how but the name just emerged in her thoughts.
“Ruen…” her trembling voice uttered once again as if she was evoking him as if she was asking for his help.
The chandelier of the bedroom suddenly flickered and lit up. Consequently, every space in the room was illuminated.
Lianne winced, feeling the sting of the light for a brief moment. After a few seconds of adjustment, she looked up and saw the man’s face on top of her so clearly now.
The man, on the other hand, immediately straightened to see who the intruder was, his face instantly turning sour. His brows furrowed and his teeth clenched.
Covering herself with her dress, Lianne turned to see where his attention was directed and a quick gasp escaped her mouth.
To her surprise, the mysterious man was standing at the entrance of the bedroom door, his left hand resting on the switch of the chandelier. He was wearing a v-neck black shirt and black pants, covered by a dark-brown leather coat.
“Let go of her, Cain, ” he simply said with a stern, unyielding voice. He looked at the one addressed with hatred in his eyes…or was it pure anger?
“What a surprise. You actually came, Ruen, ” the man responded, mentioning his name in a disgusted manner.
The name however lingered on Lianne’s mind.
Ruen…
Ruen.
Ruen!!!
‘He is Ruen?!’ she asked herself.
“Stay where you are…” the man ordered when he noticed her attempting to stand.
Lianne wasn’t certain for now but a big part of her somehow was telling that they were both connected.
She wanted to shout his name but a surge of embarrassment quickly enveloped her as she saw herself half-naked and almost taken by the man now standing at the edge of the bed.
‘Cain. That man’s name is Cain, ‘ Lianne continued to ponder on, trying to cultivate whatever memory she could have with the man, but she couldn’t remember anything at all.
“Leave her be!” Ruen ordered once again, stepping inside the room with his shoulders squared and his hands in tight fists.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, ” Cain shook his head. “You know that already, Your High-ness.” He grinned, obviously testing him. “It seems that destiny is playing a game on us for the second time.”
A muscle in Ruen’s jaw ticked. “Yes, but still… nothing has changed. She hasn’t and still won’t reciprocate whatever it is you feel.”
“I want to remind you she doesn’t remember you either, ” Cain rebuked.
Lianne, choosing to be silent, watched them with her brows furrowed. She may not have a clue as to what they were saying, but certainly, she wasn’t dumb not to notice the hostility developing between them because of her.
Cain continued to spit his dagger of words, each sharper than the last.
“You, who was so important to her in the past. Who would have known that she would forget you also? Now, everything is but a piece of white paper. I believe I have captured her first, do you honestly think I would let her go then?”
A cold shiver crept down her back when she heard Cain’s words.
‘What are they actually saying?!’ she voiced out in her mind.
“Your overconfidence doesn’t suit you well, Cain. That may be the truth but I won’t give up either. Not now when everything has come to this. However, to force her to remember the past is something I would never do.” Ruen clenched his jaw.
He glanced at her and with that, their eyes met.
Lianne was taken aback. For a moment there, his eyes softened. He looked lovingly at her as if she was the rarest of all treasures. Even with this distance, she saw the color in his eyes. They were a beautiful brown-green reminding her of dense forests and breathtaking landscapes of long ago.
“Oh Lianne will remember alright, me and her, and your memory will remain in the ashes. Shall we wait? Or we’ll settle this fast?”
Ruen didn’t have the time to reply when Cain pulled out a gun from his back and pointed it directly to him.
Lianne gasped and her eyes widened at the sight of the weapon.
“You don’t think I would actually use those old-rusted swords do you?” Cain asked dryly, his wicked triumphant grin appearing easily. “We are in the modern world now, Ruen.”
Ruen, if he was concerned with the immediate threat of his life, didn’t show it on his face. He was just standing there, open and obviously vulnerable.