The night that progressed merely froze as Ivan said those very words, "like". It was an absurd sentence and it sank Denzel's heart so much that his thought bombarded him with multiple thoughts and questions. It left him with so much confusion.
"W-What do you mean 'like'?"
Ivan smiled. "I like him, and it sounds wrong, but I've grown fond of him since that incident."
"So, back then, you really slept with him?"
Ivan turned his muscular body that shadowed Denzel's. He had warm eyes and a beautiful smile that caught Denzel off-guard. Suddenly, Ivan shifted from a dark aura to a calm ang pleasing aura.
"What's wrong with you?" said Denzel. He was mortified in some way—rather, he was surprised to see Ivan's heart-warming reaction.
"It's none of your business. The thing that matters to me is his safety, so if you're not willing to take care of him, scram and give me your secretary."
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After that brief conversation, Denzel returned to his study feeling troubled and heavy. He did not expect that Ivan would confess and threaten him at the same time—if that was even a threat. However, due to his determination to remain focused, he shrugged everything and remained silent until a few minutes had passed by, and he heard a knock—not once but twice.
"Please enter."
The door slightly creaked. It was Shawn, asking a favor from him. That was definitely new because for the five months he was here, he did not ask Denzel such favors. This made his heart beat faster; his mind flashing pictures and sentences connected from the previous conversation.
"May I have—no, call Ms. Park?"
Denzel's eyebrow arched upwards as he asked why. Shawn fidgeted his fingers, as a hint of hesitation covered his words, before saying that he needed to say something important to her. With everything that's been happening, all made it too fishy for Denzel.
More thoughts entered Denzel's mind—too much in fact that he just had to let out all his frustrations.
"Get out," he said in a low voice as Shawn's face was left bewildered.
"I said, 'get out'!" Denzel's voice roared. He left Shawn with a frightened face before he left. Denzel grunted upon Shawn's exit as he lifted his hand to cover his face; he groaned and expressed how stupid was he.
Denzel leaned inwards, making his chest touch the edge of the table. He felt a little something from his pocket and took it out, remembering that he had just taken the bandage from Shawn's room. He examined the bandage carefully. It was still wet and gross.
Denzel rubbed his forehead. "Why am I even thinking of all these things?"
He was still wondering and getting his thoughts busy with these random sequences of events. It proved him one thing he lacked to strengthen his bond—the true identity of Shawn was a mystery to Denzel.