Ember looked at Dylan, who was sitting next to her on the bed. His posture was tense, his gaze fixed anywhere but on her. She could feel the weight of his silence, the way his jaw clenched as if he was holding something back.
As Ember shifted closer, his voice came out low, strained. "Don't come closer... I will lose control."
His words made her freeze. Memories of the past flashed in her mind—times when Dylan had let his jealousy take over, when his emotions had burned too hot. She hesitated for a moment, stepping back slightly. But then, her eyes fell on his hands. He was gripping the bedsheet so tightly that his veins stood out against his skin.
She liked him. And more than that, she trusted him now. Slowly, she reached for his hand, her fingers gently prying his grip from the fabric. His hold loosened at her touch.
Finally, he looked at her, but only for a brief second before turning away again. Ember didn't let him escape this time. She leaned in, her voice soft, "I'm really sorry... for not thinking about your feelings."
Her breath fanned against his skin as she moved even closer, her eyes flickering down to his lips. And then, without another thought, she closed the distance, capturing his lips with hers. One hand cradled his face, her fingertips brushing against his jaw.
Dylan tensed in surprise. Ember had never taken the lead like this before. The unexpectedness of it threw him off balance. His first instinct was to pull away, to demand why she was doing this. But then—her soft, clumsy lips pressed against his, full of uncertainty yet warmth.
His restraint snapped.
With a low groan, he leaned in, his hands reaching for her. His fingers curled around her face as he deepened the kiss, drawing her closer. The hesitation between them melted away as he took control, guiding the kiss with a slow, consuming intensity.
He pressed forward until Ember's back met the mattress, and he hovered above her. His lips never left hers, but he made sure to give her space to breathe. Then, his voice came out, husky and demanding, "Ember... open your mouth, so I can enter."
Heart pounding, Ember did as he said, surrendering to the moment as they both lost themselves in each other.
After their sweet moment, they lay together on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms. The warmth of Dylan's embrace made Ember feel safe, yet a lingering thought pressed on her mind.
"I'm really sorry," Ember murmured, her fingers tracing small patterns on his chest. "But I didn't do anything inappropriate. I can explain more if you want."
Dylan tightened his hold on her slightly, his voice calm and reassuring. "You don't have to. I trust you."
Ember sighed, but she wasn't done yet. "I know you trust me, but there will always be a gap between us if we don't clear things up. So, let me just say what I need to."
Dylan nodded, silently encouraging her to continue.
Taking a deep breath, Ember explained, "Dr. Zayne met me in the garden. My leg was so swollen that he had to help me back home. My mother met him when he dropped me off, and that's when I found out he's our new neighbor. Then, my mother and I asked him to stay for dinner because we realized he hadn't even set up his kitchen yet. It didn't feel right to send him home after he had helped me so much. Besides, if he left, my mom would surely scold me for going to the park without telling her.
She paused for a moment, then added, "And about him being in my room… he offered to help with my ointment and medicine so my injury could heal faster. I let him because it made sense. I swear, my brother was there the whole time. Then, he left. That's all."
Ember let out a relieved breath, feeling lighter now that she had told Dylan everything. She glanced up at him, searching his face for any sign of lingering doubt.
Dylan met her gaze, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I told you, you didn't have to explain. But now that you have, you feel better, don't you?"
"Yes," Ember admitted, a soft smile playing on her lips before she buried her face in his chest.
Dylan held her even closer, his arms tightening around her protectively. He was the one who felt the most relief—not just because she had explained, but because she had chosen to. Hearing everything from Ember herself eased the last bit of tension in his heart.
A knock on the door broke the silence.
"Mr. Dylan, the people you called are here," Butler Feng's voice echoed from outside.
"Okay, I'm coming. Tell them to wait in the dressing room and prepare everything," Dylan responded.
"Understood," came the reply from outside the room.
Ember looked at him curiously. "Who did you call?" she asked.
A small smile tugged at Dylan's lips as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. "It's a surprise for you. A gift, for staying by my side despite all the difficulties you've faced."
Ember felt her heart flutter at his words. "I'm really happy that you think that way, but I didn't do it for any reward. I did it because I wanted to… because I like you," she admitted softly.
Dylan sat up abruptly, avoiding her gaze. His ears had turned a deep shade of red. Without looking at her, he walked to the wardrobe, picked out an outfit, and handed it to her. "Wear this and call me when you're done," he instructed before quickly leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.
Once outside, he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "How am I supposed to control myself when she's this cute?" he muttered to himself.
Inside the room, Ember slipped into the outfit Dylan had chosen for her—an oversized white button-up paired with a silky emerald green skirt. The loose fabric of the shirt made her feel comfortable, while the skirt added an elegant touch. When she was done, she called Dylan.
He entered the room wearing a casual yet refined outfit—a deep green button-up layered under a cream-colored knit vest. The rich color of his shirt perfectly matched the silky shade of her skirt, while his black trousers completed the look with effortless charm.
Ember's breath hitched as she took him in. Her eyes flickered between their outfits, and realization struck her—they matched. It wasn't planned, yet it felt strangely perfect. Her heart skipped a beat.
Before she could say anything, Dylan scooped her up in his arms, effortlessly carrying her downstairs. "You didn't have to—" she started, but he just chuckled and held her closer.
"Save your words for the surprise," he whispered.
As they entered the room, Ember's eyes widened in astonishment. The space had been completely transformed—it looked like a luxurious shopping mall, with clothes, accessories, and shoes displayed in every corner. Strangers filled the room, people she didn't recognize, and she could only stare in disbelief.
She turned to Dylan, still struggling to find her words. "You are really…" she started but trailed off, utterly speechless.
Dylan smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes. "What? I'm really what?" he teased.
Ember, still blushing furiously, looked away.
Chuckling at her reaction, Dylan kissed her forehead. "Okay, don't say anything—I'll tell you. We have a flight in a few days, and considering your injury, I thought it would be best to bring the shopping to you so you can choose whatever you want without any trouble," he explained with a warm smile.
Ember blinked at him. "That doesn't mean you had to turn the house into a mini shopping mall, Dylan!" she protested.
"It's fine. I don't mind," he said, his tone light, as if he was waiting for her to praise him instead of scold him. But Ember was still too shocked to process it all.
He led her to the sofa and gestured toward the staff. "Ember, meet Lisa. She's my favorite stylist here."
A woman with a confident yet friendly smile stepped forward and extended a hand. "Hello, Ember. I'm Lisa, Dylan's stylist. Well, technically, I am, but he has such a great sense of style that I barely have to do anything," she said with a chuckle.
Ember shook her hand and introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Ember… Dylan's friend.. Nice to meet you."
Lisa paused for a second before turning to Dylan with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She pulled him aside and whispered, "I thought she was your girlfriend. And she just called you her friend? Dylan, you're soo slow." She patted his shoulder as if comforting him.
Ember frowned, confused by their secret exchange. She couldn't hear a word but could tell from Lisa's amused expression that something was going on.
Just then, Butler Feng arrived with a wheelchair.
"This will help you move around more comfortably," he said.
Dylan immediately helped Ember into the chair. The moment she sat down, she felt self-conscious, noticing how everyone's eyes were on her. Dylan, sensing her discomfort, spoke up.
"Lisa, tell them to leave and come back tomorrow," he ordered.
Lisa glanced at him before nodding knowingly. "Got it. Enjoy your time with her," she said before turning to Butler Feng.
Understanding Dylan's unspoken command, Butler Feng quickly dismissed the staff. Ember watched as they all left, feeling both relieved and guilty. "You didn't have to do that," she mumbled.
Dylan patted her hand reassuringly. "It's alright."
Lisa gave Ember a final smile. "See you tomorrow! I hope you find something that suits you," she said before leaving.
Now, it was just Ember and Dylan.
Dylan moved behind her wheelchair, gripping the handles with a playful grin. "So… let's start selecting," he said, ready to spoil her in ways she had never imagined.
As Dylan started pushing Ember's wheelchair, he spoke in a lighthearted tone. "You know, the weather in country T in September is really nice—not too hot, not too cold. During the day, perfect for walking around and exploring. But in the evenings, it gets a bit cooler, so you might want to bring a light jacket or sweater. You'll mostly be fine in summer clothes, but some comfy layers would be good if we stay out late. It's a beautiful time to be there!"
Ember nodded, catching onto his hint. "Okay, I understand. You mean I should pick both warm and summer-type clothes, right?"
"Yeap!" Dylan grinned.
Ember scanned the racks and pulled out a sky-blue woolen co-set—a long pair of pants with a matching shirt that fell just above her knees. She held it up for Dylan's opinion. "What do you think?"
Dylan glanced at the outfit and smiled. "You'll look good in this, but it's really casual."
"But I need something comfortable for home. You always pick tight-fitted clothes—I just want something cozy to wear indoors," Ember said, her tone playful yet firm.
Dylan chuckled. "I understand. You'll look cute in this, but you know... you look way too hot in fitted clothes."
"Dylan!" Ember gasped in embarrassment, her cheeks heating up.
They continued selecting clothes, teasing each other along the way, sharing lighthearted moments. Some outfits made them laugh, and others led to playful debates.
Then, Ember's eyes caught something breathtaking—a deep red Indian dress. The intricate embroidery, the flowing silhouette, the delicate dupatta—it was absolutely stunning. The rich, romantic vibe of the dress made her feel like royalty just by looking at it. She knew she wanted it.
Without glancing at Dylan, she quickly added it to the pile of clothes she planned to buy. She was discovering her style, picking outfits that made her happy. A small smile played on her lips as she secretly slipped in a few adorable nightdresses, hoping Dylan wouldn't notice. Keeping a little secret was fun, wasn't it?
After a while, Ember stretched and sighed. "We're done."
"You can add more if you want," Dylan offered.
Ember shook her head with a soft smile. "It's okay. I want to do some shopping there too."
Dylan smirked. "Now you're talking like my girl."
Without realizing it, time had slipped away, and evening had already arrived. After a meal, Dylan wheeled Ember toward her room, but she suddenly hesitated.
"I don't want to go back just yet," she murmured.
Dylan stopped and looked at her. "What's wrong?"
Ember exhaled softly. "I just want to go out for some fresh air."
Dylan studied her for a moment. She had been cooped up inside ever since her injury, barely stepping outside. Without another word, he turned the wheelchair toward the garage.
"Alright then, let me take you somewhere you like."
Ember smiled at him, warmth filling her chest. Without saying much, he wheeled her toward the garage.
As soon as they entered, Ember's eyes widened in awe. Parked in front of her was an Aston Martin DB12 Volante, its deep, shiny green color reflecting the soft glow of the garage lights.
Her breath hitched. "Oh my god! Dylan, you have this in your house. An Aston Martin DB12 Volante? It's so beautiful!"
Dylan raised a brow, amused. "You know the name of the car? That's amazing."
Ember grinned. "Yes, actually! My brother is really into cars, especially sports cars And convertibles? They're the best! That's how I know the name."
Dylan ran a hand over the sleek hood, a nostalgic look crossing his face. "My father gifted it to me on my eighteenth birthday… but I rarely drive it , my mother …"he stop In half way When he glanced at Ember, he caught the way her eyes sparkled with excitement. A thought crossed his mind, and before he could stop himself, he asked, "Do you want to ride it?"
Ember turned to him, her eyes wide, filled with a silent plea—hopeful yet hesitant. She didn't say anything, but her expression spoke volumes.
Dylan chuckled, ruffling her hair gently. "Let's go in this one."
Ember bit her lip to contain her excitement, her heart racing as Dylan helped her into the car. The thrill of what was to come sent a rush of anticipation through her veins.
Once inside the car, Dylan helped her settle in before taking the driver's seat. As they drove, he reached for the controls and opened the convertible top, letting the cool evening air rush in.
Ember closed her eyes, feeling the crisp breeze kiss her face. The wind played with her hair, making it dance in the air. She inhaled deeply, a peaceful expression settling over her features.
Dylan stole a glance at her and smiled. She looked so serene, completely lost in the moment, enjoying the simple pleasure of the fresh air.
After some time, the car slowed to a stop.
Ember opened her eyes and gasped.
Dylan brought her to —the spot where they could see the entire city spread out before them. The view was breathtaking, the twinkling lights stretching endlessly beneath the night sky.
Dylan exhaled softly, gazing at the breathtaking view before them. "I've been meaning to bring you here for a long time, but I just never got the chance. You remember, right? I promised to show you, my city. From here, you can see everything."
Ember stepped out of the car, her eyes widening as she took in the stunning panorama. "Yeah… you did tell me. But I didn't think you'd show it to me all at once. It's so beautiful."
Dylan glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You don't have to stand for this." Before Ember could react, he effortlessly lifted her into his arms and placed her on the bonnet of the car, then climbed up beside her.
Ember tilted her head, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "Dylan, you said this car was a gift from your father… then why do you rarely use it?"
Dylan let out a chuckle, leaning back on his hands. "Well, you know, I'm the only child. My parents treat me like I'm made of glass. When my father gave me this car on my birthday, I was over the moon, but my mother? Oh, she was furious. She thought I was too young to drive it. Even after I got my license, she wouldn't let me touch it. That's why we always take a driver everywhere, even though I know how to drive perfectly well. Whenever I want to drive alone, I have to convince my driver to stay quiet because she's so strict about it." He shook his head, laughing at the thought. "Honestly, she's too silly sometimes."
Ember smiled warmly, watching him. "Your mother is adorable. If I had a child like you, I'd cherish him and treat him the same way she does."
Saying that, she lay back on the bonnet, her gaze drifting to the star-strewn sky. "Thank you for bringing me here… the stars look so beautiful tonight."
Dylan turned his head to look at her, but his mind was stuck on something else. A child… She had unknowingly planted a thought in his heart that he couldn't shake. Without thinking, he murmured, "If you want… we can have as many as you'd like. But I'd prefer a cute little girl just like you."
Ember's eyes widened in shock. She sat up abruptly, her heart pounding, but before she could react further, Dylan leaned in closer, his smirk teasing.
"What do you think?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
Her eyes darted away in embarrassment, searching for an escape, but there was nowhere to look—only Dylan. Their gazes locked, and like magnets, they drew closer. Her breath caught as Dylan leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers.
She could feel his breath, his warmth, and her heart drummed in anticipation. Just as she was about to close her eyes, he whispered, "You didn't answer."
His lips ghosted over hers, teasing, never quite closing the distance. Ember could feel the way he was playing with her patience, and it was driving her crazy. A frustrated heat bloomed in her chest, and before she could stop herself, she grabbed his collar, pulling him forward.
Their lips met in a soft, fleeting kiss. When she pulled away, her voice was barely above a whisper. "I'm okay with it."
Dylan blinked, momentarily stunned by her boldness. But her words snapped him back to reality, and suddenly, the situation slipped out of his control.
This time, it was him who closed the gap. His lips captured hers in a deep, lingering kiss—one that spoke of desire, warmth, and something deeper. He allowed small moments of space between them, giving her time to breathe, but each time, Ember melted further into him.
She was losing herself in the moment, her senses drowning in the warmth of his embrace, the taste of his kiss, the way his fingers gently traced her back. And for the first time in a long time, she didn't care about anything else—only this, only him.
When Dylan released Ember's lips, she gasped softly, her breath uneven. Her face flushed a deep shade of cherry red, her teary eyes slowly opening to meet his. The way she looked at him—vulnerable yet alluring—made his heart race.
"So sexy," he murmured under his breath.
Embarrassed, Ember quickly shut her eyes, her cheeks burning even more. Dylan chuckled. "You still get shy after we kiss?"
"Can you stop teasing me?" she huffed, playfully pushing his shoulder.
As the moment lingered between them, Dylan's expression softened. He hesitated for a second before asking, "Can I ask you something?"
"Yes," Ember said, tilting her head slightly.
"When we first met, you didn't believe I was real. You said you were just imagining me because you felt lonely," he said, his voice gentle, his eyes searching hers for an answer.
Ember exhaled, looking away for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "At that time, I was really scared," she admitted. "I felt like I was completely alone, like no one was truly by my side. Actually... I was really envious of you. You always had your friends with you, always surrounded by people who cared. But me? When I finished high school, I had a trio—three of us who promised to stick together, to go to the same college, to always be there for each other. But then... without even telling me, they went to the same college without me. And I was left behind."
She paused, a bittersweet smile forming on her lips. Wiping away a stray tear, she continued, "On my first day at college, I felt so lost. I thought I had no one. It was painful, but..." She took a deep breath, her expression softening. "Something beautiful happened after that. I found an amazing, understanding best friend—Sofia. She could tell how I was feeling just by looking at me. She made me laugh when I wanted to cry, comforted me when I was down, and always stood by my side."
She turned to Dylan, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his chest. "And not to forget..." she whispered, looking up at him with a warm smile, "I found you too—my cute, handsome, and only my boyfriend."
Ember leaned in and placed a soft smooch on Dylan's cheek. A tender smile spread across his lips as he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. Neither of them wanted this night to end. The world felt still, as if time had paused just for them.
But after a while, Ember's eyelids grew heavy, and before she knew it, she drifted off to sleep in his embrace. A cool breeze swept through the night air, making her shiver slightly. Instinctively, she moved closer to Dylan, burying her face in his chest, seeking warmth.
Dylan felt her tremble and looked down at her peaceful, sleeping face. His heart softened. Carefully, he scooped her up in his arms and placed her gently in the passenger seat, covering her with his coat to keep her warm. He drove back home in silence, stealing glances at her every now and then, as if memorizing every delicate feature of her sleeping form.
Once they arrived, Dylan carried Ember to her room, laying her down on the bed with utmost care. He pulled the blanket over her, ensuring she was comfortable, then bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"I will never let you feel lonely," he whispered softly, his voice filled with quiet determination. "I'm always here for you. Always by your side."
With one last lingering look, he turned off the lights and quietly left the room, leaving Ember to dream peacefully. But in his mind, the thought lingered: Why did you call me your friend in front of Lisa? I missed my chance today to ask you.