But then there are moments when she suddenly catches her feeling such an overwhelming attraction that it makes her downright scared.

Up until now, Fanny was able to write these moments as 'having a stupid love' but now that he's been with her more, she's found it hard to ignore his hotness.


Is it because she can't figure him out combined with his sexy looks makes her feel that way?

Watching her for a few more seconds, his eyes following her slender figure from top to bottom, Michel decided to ask her what she was doing in his room again.

"What are you doing here?" Michel said as he walked in and stood there, inches away from her but still close enough for her to see the heat in his eyes as she turned to face him.


He saw her jump in shock but quickly recovered as she spun around, her long black hair swooping around her in wavy curls.

And Michel loved it. How easily she was startled, now standing there in a tight black dress that accentuated her body curves while her cheeks were dyed a soft pink.


Fanny was so scared by him, like a little sheep afraid of the big bad wolf.

"You should have gone to the infirmary."

"I?" Michel tilted his head to the side, but his tone was mixed with sarcasm.

He knows exactly what he should do. But he enjoyed her restlessness, trying to come up with an answer.

Fanny gulped a few times when she heard his voice.

His gaze left hers but only to look at her body again.

She saw his gaze move down her waist, hips, and then her legs, heating up under his scrutiny. His eyes stayed there for a few seconds before he returned to her face.

The look Michel gave Fanny made her stagger, leaning back against the bookshelf.

At her reaction, the corner of his lips tilted up slightly into a small, barely visible smile.

But it was there. That monstrous smile. Sexy devilish smile.

Fanny quickly nodded in response and closed her eyes as she tried to control herself.

It is not possible. Without even trying, Michel successfully occupied her mind.

Opening her eyes, she stared at Michel. He gave her the same look as before, clearly not trying to hide what he wanted.

Pure unadulterated lust. His eyes are full of lust and hunger.

Michel wasn't surprised that her diligent self had of course prepared everything in his room, knowing him well enough now that he wouldn't go to the infirmary voluntarily.

So he sat there quietly and watched her as she said nothing and removed the stitches, cleaning the wound that had healed but was still a bit tender.

He knows his topless half is making her nervous, so occasionally flexing his muscles to see her try to suppress a blush, really amuses him.

Leaning in slightly, Michel followed her movements closely, seeing her gaze fixed on his bottom, her eyelashes fluttering over her cheeks as she avoided his gaze.

Michel took a deep breath, the scent on Fanny's hair so gentle it surprised him.

It just smells clean. No heavy perfumes or body mists.

Just a pleasant subtle scent. Like baby powder.

"Are you done?" Michel spoke poignantly, causing her to glance up and surprise her by noticing that their faces were indeed close together.

She blushed deeply and quickly averted her eyes.

"Almost."

Suppressing a smirk, Michel reached out to grab her chin, turning her head to face him, shock evident on her face.

"Look at me."

The door suddenly opened and Charles entered, seeing two people on the couch.

He blinked and spoke, completely unfazed by the scene before him.

"Michel. Let's go to the basement, let's go."

"Here I come," Michel told him, eyes still on Fanny, who looked embarrassed to be seen in this position.

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Michel followed Charles into the dark hallway that led to the soundproof basement, his body tense.

The air around him was oppressive and his footsteps hardened against the silence as he prepared for the worst.

When Charles opened the door, Michel saw Carlos leaning against the wall with his head down.

Michel's appearance did not even catch his attention, he was so lost in his thoughts.

Michel cleared his throat to make Carlos glance up, his face filled with disgust.

"For you," Carlos said, pointing towards the room.

Michel nodded, then went further inside, leading the way while Carlos fell into the step behind him. Stumbling forward, he saw a bloody man tied to a chair.

The basement room was empty except for the chair in the middle and a table in the back. Andy and Charles stood around him.

At first glance, Michel didn't recognize the captive, but when the other man looked up at him, Michel's eyes were filled with anger.

A fucking Phoenix gang bastard.

As he drew closer, the man's already pale face contorted in pain, leaning back in his chair as Michel stopped in front of him.

"What the hell is going on?" His voice echoed throughout the room. He didn't take his eyes off the man, but when he saw the man flinch, satisfaction spread throughout his body. The bastard is better petrified. Carlos went around him to get behind the man. He grabbed the captive's hair and tugged until the man's neck was painfully jerked forward. The man shouted and smashed. Michel looked up from the beaten man to meet Carlos's disgusted gaze.

"This fucker is the guy who shot you. We've been trying to get him to talk, to let us know who let him into the barn, but I think he still needs some more convincing..." Carlos growled.

Michel looked down at the man with his eyes closed, the man refused to look at him, causing anger to take over his body indescribable.

Damn, Phoenix. He will pay the ultimate price.

Death. A very painful death.

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his features, Michel stepped away from the bound man.

"Bring me a chair," Michel shouted.

He sees Andy hurrying back, following his orders.

"I'm going," Andy said a minute after he placed the chair behind Michel and slowly walked away.

Michel sat down and faced the bastard who opened his eyes and looked straight at him.

Michel's temper flared.

So leaning forward, he growled in the man's face.