“It was mother. Want me to grab a cup of coffee for you?” “No. We're heading to the gym this morning. Training start at seven.” She tosses the duvet off her, getting out of bed. She has a fucking determined look on her face that fascinations Aiden as he watches her. “This must stop,” she says under her breath in something close to rage as she slips into a gown. Aiden doesn't say anything. Saying something at a time like this is not going to make things any better so he follows her outside when she's done dressing. They cross across the living room when they both see Bryan dragging a traveling bag with him, holding two suitcases in both hands. “What's with the bags?” Harper stops walking. “It's either I pack out of this house or your stupid husband does today,” Bryan snarls. “How many times have I told you not to refer to him—” “Shut up, stupid girl,” Bryan snaps. “If you've got half of a brain, you'd ask me how yesterday went.” Without being asked to, he continues. “

“Watch me, you see the way I'm clenching my fist?” The martial art coach clenches a fist in front of Aiden's face. Aiden looks at it, pretends to look really confused. “Babe, just do what he says, okay?” His wife calls from across the room. Aiden glances at her, nods and smiles. The martial arts coach resists rolling his eyes. So this is the man his dear Harper has been married to all these years? This useless man who can't hold a punch? “Now watch me…you're going to hit me back…” before he completes the sentence, he already throws a punch at Aiden near the stomach area. Aiden wants to shake it off like it doesn't hurt—because it doesn't actually hurt—seeing his wife watching, he lets out a groan. The aim is to pretend to be as innocent and weak as possible to carry out his mission in that house. “Let's try again.” The coach throws another punch at Aiden. He is trying hard to hold back his grin at the sa

Park has been working with Aiden for some time now but he still can't get over the fear he has to deal with whenever Aiden makes crazy decisions like this. Too stubborn a boss. He tosses his phone on the table after Aiden hangs up. He paces around the room. How the fuck can he ensure the safety of this stubborn boss of his and still include Harper in the plan? Just as he's about to kick the table in frustration, a plan waltzes into his head. At the other end, the gate finally opens, a strange woman with red hair smiles ruefully at Aiden. “So sorry, I was taking my bath.” “Oh…” but did she have to say that? Damn. “Um…is Miss Beatrice around?” “Yes. She's in her room. She has headphones over head with some crazy whatever she is listening to blaring in her ears,” the red-haired woman says. “Oh…I actually came to see her.” “Of course. Come in,” she opens the gate wider for Aiden. Aiden glances at the blue van again. Nothing weird. It looks like it was just parked there. “My nam

Harper glances at the timer on the kitchen cabinet. Just thirty more minutes and she'll be done. She should cook for a change today. She rushes to the refrigerator to get some beef. Aiden has not been back from the training. She called his number two hours ago but it was switched off. Probably because that stupid…she hisses under breath. “Bunch of fools everywhere,” she mutters under her breath. She hears the doorbell ring. Quickly turning on the cooker, she rushes to the door. It's the delivery man with the phone she ordered for Aiden. That stupid woman should go ahead and have the phone to herself. Harper frowns. She's signed that she had the delivery but the delivery man is not leaving. “Excuse me?” Harper frowns deepens. “I'm a fan of you, Miss Harper,” the man says, his face going red in a blush. Harper smiles. “Thanks.”

Aiden dials Park's number. “Sir, they will attack tomorrow. They are actually planning to come to Miss Beatrice's house. Don't leave the house. Our men have surrounded the house anyway.” “Alright.” ****“I have never met anyone as lazy as this in my life,” Angel complains as she checks through the store in the morning “Your boyfriend is here and the only thing we have in the house are bottles of water. Is he a fish?” Beatrice shakes her head slowly. “I don't even know why he agreed to date you. So boring. Since he came last night, you have not even bothered to take a stroll with him,” Angel adds. “I won't be surprised if he gets a more beautiful girlfriend.” Beatrice pulls on her headphones. Her ears are on the verge of bleeding right now. She managed to convince her sister Aiden is her boyfriend but it still feels a bit awkward having Aiden in her apartment. He's not been out of the guest room since