Chapter 52: Chapter 52

His face was full of astonishment, but I would not get carried away by this lie. Is it not enough for him that I forgave him, even he hasn’t made an apology yet? I smiled at him in disbelief. How is he able to deny these things? I shuddered in skepticism.

“How can you deny the people you killed?” I asked him right away. If he still can't get it, I'm going to stab him with the knife I'm going to hold. But nothing altered in his posture or expression. It's still strange.

“No matter how much you squeeze me about the things you're accusing me of. I don't know!” He rose and approached me, but I backed away. He snatched both of my arms.

When I looked up at the server that was ascending, he came to a halt and swiftly tumbled, maybe because he noticed Cole and me. Cole peered around and tightened his grasp on me. I pushed him since I was already pained by his clutch.

“You do realize I don't understand what you're saying, don't you? What are your parents' names? What about the Everdeen?” His eyes have matured. “I did not approach the Everdeen after they turned down my offer. Where did you learn about my relationship with them? In the courtroom?” He appeared to be an addict who refused to settle down, so I pushed him hard.

I exclaimed as I did so. I fixed my gaze on him, and instead of not making me angry, he appeared to shift my attitude. He also backed away and came off frail after falling on the floor. He sits down and drops out. My heartbeat was close to the end.

“I'm not sure what you're on about. Please believe,” I choked as he moved nearer me. He instantly wrapped his arms around my knees and buried his face in them. I attempted to shove his face away from me, but he refused to go.

“Let go of me! Bastard!” I stepped on him, but he tightened his grip on me as if begging. Because I was tired, I just let him go. Let him just do what he wants to do.

“Believe me, Luna. I don’t know the burning you’re talking about. I also don't know why I am the primary suspect, when in fact it must be Adonis Salander.” He still didn't want to let go of my legs, but I felt like I had become a stump.

“Adonis Slander?” I knew that man because he was the man I could never forget. He provided clothing, food, and a roof over my head. But hearing his name as the person who killed my parents scared me a lot.

When Cole felt that I was no longer fighting, he knelt on the floor, let go of my feet, and looked up. He was like a child wiping tears from the corner of his eye. I now look straight into his eyes. My heart would not stop at the loss.

“Yes, he was the first business tycoon. I am the second.” He stood up, removed the dirt from the trouser, even though there was no dirt there. “We both don't like competitors, but if I am competent, Adonis is more competent. Maybe because of the death of his parents and the assistance of his uncle, he grew up like that. Because your parents are planning to build a construction business, that is my suspicion that is the reason he can do that to your parents.”

He did not stutter, he was serious and without hesitation what he said, just proving that he was confident in his analysis. Suddenly, my body went cold. I feel like a corpse that can't move. I also hold my breath as if I were in a coffin. My throat gets sore because no saliva goes through there, no matter how much I want to swallow my spittle.

Even my finger stiffened. I can't believe what I'm hearing, but since Cole said he was just interpreting them, I still trust Adonis. Cole just stared at me, watching what I would do next, but without hesitation, I ran. I don’t know where my feet will take me, but I only want one. To get away from everyone.

I didn’t take the taxi, I just walked in which direction I really should be. My feet became my wheel to get there, became support until I was no longer aware I was in a tracking field. Nobody, dark, and at any moment seems like a ghost will appear in front of me. I sat on a bench and Cole's words played on my brain. It was like there was a recording tape in my ear, and it kept playing in my mind.

I know what Cole is saying is vague because it was just an accident that Adonis and I met at the sex slave auction. He will not recognize me. And what would be the reason for him to force into my brain that it was Cole who killed my parents but maybe because of the sound of crickets, many theories are forming in my brain? But the one that stands out the most is:

“What if he wants me to get revenge on Cole because he wants to overthrow Cole too?”

No matter what I think about it, my head always returns to that question. I would have gotten up to go home, asked him personally, and told him what occurred since I knew he'd laugh. I took a seat on the bench. My phone rang as I was going to walk and follow the streetlights. My heart skipped a beat when I think it was Adonis, but I was saddened to see this unknown number.

“Hello?” When I answered the call, that's what I immediately opened up, thinking that the call came from the province where we did my projects. But I immediately recognized the voice of the woman speaking on the other line. It is easily recognizable because of its gentle and peaceful sound.

“Where are you, Luna?” Her tone did not sound angry, if she sang to me now there was a chance that I might fall asleep because it was as if I was lying in the grassy forest while the strong wind was passing by.

“Why?” As beautiful as her voice is, my voice is so muscular. It's like I'm punching at any time.

“If you had time now, I would wish to talk to you. I may not be in Turkey tomorrow, so I would like to say this today.” Nothing changed in her tone, it seemed like she was just saying it is the normal way, so I asked her again.

“Why? Can't you tell me that on the phone now?” I raised an eyebrow, even though she couldn't see me. I feel like I'm a bitch because of how I behave. Furthermore, I was jealous because Adonis and she were close. Not only that, but I was jealous because I didn't seem to be on the ground she was stepping on.

“It's important, so I can get your honest answer.”

“Okay.” I could not calm down. I don't want to act badly, even if she doesn't do anything bad to me. I guess it was just me, born with physical insecurities. “Where will we meet?”

“Where are you now?”

I already told her where I was. I even looked around because I didn’t know where I was strolling. I didn't go far because I could still see the towering buildings, the only case was that in the depths I was thinking earlier I didn't know what turns I had made.

Soon, a car pulled up in front of the bench I was sitting on. Fortunately, there was a light in front of me, so I was not bitten by mosquitoes. I just watched how she went down. She doesn't seem to be with anyone. She came down wearing a white dress.

“Why are you here? It's cold and dark. You might get sick.” Although her voice did not sound worried, there was a hint of concern. I'm ashamed that the worse I thought about her, the more she treated me well.

She didn't show me anything awful, to be honest. Everything she does and acts as if she doesn't care, yet she doesn't shame or physically harms me. She was frigid, but not cold enough to injure me. Yes, perhaps psychologically. That's not good, and I'm uncertain whether she's aware of it because I'm the only one who thinks about her. I just bit my lower lip.

“It's okay, I talked to someone. This restaurant is just near where we ate. You? Why do you want to talk to me?” I didn't know what we were going to talk about, so I now asked what she needed from me. She would not just call to let me know that she was leaving the country.

“Leave Adonis.”

My jaws were left open with what she said.