Moran occupies a house that looks more like a small palace, thanks to its tall towers. These towers slightly divert attention, making the building look majestic.

Not only from the outside, but the inside of this house is also filled with tall pillars that seem to support the building. Upon entering, the atmosphere feels different. Antique and unique furniture fill the room, from old-looking wooden cabinets to wall decorations with a theme of the past.

The house is large enough to be inhabited by several people, people who know Moran very well.

Moran is seen descending the wooden stairs to the ground floor. He is wearing a black long-sleeved shirt rolled up below the elbows, fitting perfectly on his body. The top two buttons are just for decoration as Moran rarely uses them.

He moves quickly, in a hurry. Usually, at times like this, he would not use a driver, preferring to drive himself.

The man rushes out and immediately leaves his residence, driving to a place slightly away from the city center.

Unlike other entertainment venues, this Lounge has well-dressed and polite visitors, surely those with a lot of money. Sometimes they come to this place not just for entertainment, but also for additional services provided to clients while discussing their affairs.

Upon arrival, Moran immediately enters, his gaze fixed on the table where Jasson is already enjoying his drink with someone.

"Moran!" someone exclaimed, waving their hand.

"Neil, long time no see. How have you been?" Moran asked upon arrival.

"It's been a tiring day," the man replied.

Neil is a handsome man. Unlike most men, he has smooth facial features that can be considered more beautiful than handsome. The man owns a bakery, and Moran got to know Neil when he became a regular customer at the place.

"Good, it means you have a lot of visitors today," Moran replied.

"Mm, why are you late?" Jasson interrupted.

"I met someone," Moran replied, realizing that he was a bit late.

As usual, the place provides someone to accompany visitors if needed. They always order one or two girls to serve them.

Shortly after, two girls arrived after Jasson signaled to someone. They quickly joined, occupying the empty space between Moran and Jasson.

Meanwhile, Neil prefers to serve himself, which is why there are only two girls approaching them.

Almost an hour passed, and the empty glasses piled up in front of them.

A woman with Moran seemed to understand very well how to serve someone, with a coquettish attitude and always touching the man she was with. The woman's gaze seemed so seductive, staring closely at the broad chest with slightly protruding muscles, even occasionally deliberately touching the man's chest when serving him drinks.

"Sir, would you like to refill your drink?" the woman asked softly and coquettishly.

"No," Moran shook his head.

"Alright, finish your last glass," the woman said.

"Oh, damn! I'm sorry, Sir. I spilled on your clothes," the woman whispered, immediately trying to clean the spilled drink on Moran's clothes.

Her hands were quite active, pressing the dry tissue not only on the wet area. Instead of cleaning, she seemed to be feeling the muscles hidden beneath the shirt.

"I will clean it myself," Moran said, getting up and heading to the restroom.

There, Moran looked slightly annoyed, trying to clean the stain from the drink with running water.

Amidst his efforts, something caught his attention, a large mirror in front of him reflecting someone's face.

Moran raised his thick eyebrows, slightly surprised at how the woman managed to follow him into the men's restroom.

"I came to help you," the woman replied, approaching Moran again.

The woman took out a handkerchief from her small bag and unbuttoned another button on Moran's shirt.

Now she could almost fully see what had piqued her curiosity earlier. Moran was not only handsome but also had a great body.

The woman approached, cleaning the remaining drink on the glistening white skin under the light.

Their bodies were so close that Moran could feel the woman's warm breath on his skin.

Moran smirked slyly, understanding that the woman was trying to seduce him in a very cheap way.

Kiss...

A kiss landed on the red lips that had been trying to tempt him since earlier.

There was no one else in the place except the two of them, prompting Moran to deepen the kiss, not caring even though the air felt thinner. The woman's sighs were more tempting.

Until the sound of someone's footsteps from outside stopped their actions. Moran quickly released the kiss.

"Mm, I'll wait for you outside," the woman said, holding her red lips and smiling sweetly.

Moran straightened himself up and immediately left, returning to the table where Jasson and Neil were.

Moran took out a card from his wallet and handed it to Jasson.

"I have to go back," Moran said, showing his wet clothes.

"Alright, see you tomorrow," Jasson replied, understanding that his friend was probably uncomfortable.

"Neil, I can't stay longer," Moran said to his friend.

"Yes, go back, someone is also waiting at home," Neil replied.

Moran smiled at both of them and quickly got up, gesturing for the beautiful woman to follow him.

"Again! You always discard me once you find your toy," Jasson grumbled irritably.

Moran continued to walk away without looking back at his two friends, a step followed by a woman.

They entered the elevator and quickly descended to the hotel lobby towards the parking area.

"Get in," Moran commanded and was immediately followed by the woman.

Moran started the car engine and left the place. During the journey, the woman did not stop teasing him.

The vehicle had already brought them to the house. Moran quickly got out, took the woman's hand, and led her inside.

Click...

Moran locked the door and pushed the woman onto the bed. He did not pause and immediately attacked wildly.

"Next time, don't you dare touch me!" Moran muttered, holding the woman's hands.

Moran unleashed his desire, regardless of whether the woman was ready or not. He did it quickly, discarding the desire that had been aroused by the woman. Moran also did not care whether the woman enjoyed what they were doing.

"You can stay here tonight or leave, someone will take care of you," Moran said after finishing his business, getting up and leaving the room.

He never truly sleeps with someone. He always brings women to that place, and lately, he also dislikes staying outside except for work.

Moran returned to his private room after releasing his desire. A room with a dark, quiet, and silent atmosphere.

Moran cleaned himself and intended to end the night in the darkness on the cold bed.

For a long time, he tried to fall asleep, but his mind was constantly distracted by something that had been confusing him for the past few months.

Moran got up from the bed, his steps leading to another room on the same floor, not far from his room.

Knock... Knock...

Moran knocked on the door, and someone immediately opened the tightly closed door.

"Sir?"

Moran knocked on the door, and the tightly closed door was immediately opened by a woman.

"Sir?" greeted the woman.

"Has he fallen asleep?" Moran asked as he stepped into the brightly lit room.

"Yes, Young Master has just fallen asleep," the woman replied, following him from behind.

"Hmph, I will sleep here," Moran said.

The woman nodded, then prepared some necessities for the Young Master before leaving the room.

Moran climbed onto the bed. Although he did not like the bright atmosphere filling the room, he realized that for the little baby, this room was perfect enough.

"Do you miss me?" Moran muttered, gently stroking the cheek of the tiny sleeping baby.

The little baby was the only noisy sound filling his residence, bringing life to the usually quiet house.

A three-month-old baby boy, who only cries, drinks milk, and sleeps.

Moran always made time to play, even if only for an hour or two, and if he couldn't sleep at night, he would come to sleep with the baby.

Moran left Oslo at the age of twenty-four, continuing his studies while working in Bergen. However, his father forced him to marry a woman who had been arranged for him a few years ago.

The arranged marriage happened before he decided to move to Bergen, a marriage he did not want, although in the end, the marriage still happened.

The only thing he couldn't resist was Mr. Heraklees, including the marriage he had to go through.

Moran lay beside the tiny sleeping baby, embracing him with his large hands.

Without saying a word, he just gazed at the cute face of the baby, immersed in various disturbing thoughts. The image of someone always appeared in his memory, a figure who had once made his soul feel warm.

It was a young man he met on the day his child was born, and also on the day Claire left him, a wife he never loved.

Time brought them back together.