Chapter 55 Where did he touch you

"Nonsense! Have you gone crazy? When did I flirt with him?" Elena found Hassan unreasonable.

"I'm talking nonsense? Where did you go this afternoon? Just a mere police officer, and you were infatuated with him? What's so great about him? Can he make you climax? Where did he touch you?" Hassan scoffed coldly.

Angry Elena raised her hand and slapped Hassan. Every word that came out of his mouth was so vulgar and offensive, she could hardly stand it.

"Hassan, you bastard, watch your mouth! Don't think that every man is as filthy as you..."

"I'm filthy? Is he clean then? You find me dirty when you get close to me, but you enjoyed it when he took you, didn't you?" Hassan also lost control...

At noon today, he had originally planned to teach her a lesson and then give her a surprise.

Unexpectedly, she disappeared in the blink of an eye. Even more unexpectedly, when he found her, she was actually with another man, and they were so intimate, igniting all the fury within him.

What made him even more infuriated was that she actually slapped him with her hand...

Elena widened her eyes in disbelief as even more venomous words spewed from his mouth. She couldn't bear it any longer.

She forcefully pushed away his hand and turned around to run.

In the next instant, her entire body was lifted off the ground, held up by his strong arms. She struggled to free herself.

Kicking and struggling intensely.

"Let go of me, you bastard! Let go! Help, someone..." Elena shouted loudly as he forcefully carried her, throwing her into the car with a loud bang as the door slammed shut.

"Drive!" he commanded in a low voice, and Nabil started the car. In the backseat, Hassan and Elena wrestled and rolled together, but he paid them no attention, driving steadily through the vast night.

"Let me go!" Elena yelled angrily. As soon as this bastard got in the car, he tore off his tie and bound her hands.

Hassan sat upright, staring straight ahead, completely ignoring her.

No matter what Elena said along the way, he didn't look at her, treating her as if she were invisible.

Finally, Elena fell silent. She knew that it was useless to say anything anymore. Being with a tyrant meant having no rights, no freedom, and no dignity...

The car stopped at the entrance of a villa, and Hassan got out, forcefully pulling Elena inside.

The bodyguard stationed at the door was astonished to see Elena, her hands bound and being dragged in by Hassan in such a sorry state.

"Master, shall I light it up?" the bodyguard asked.

"Light it up my foot!" Hassan snatched a remote control from the bodyguard's hand, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it with his foot.

Just as Hassan stomped on it, there was a sudden loud noise followed by a series of explosions.

Clusters of beautiful fireworks raced into the night sky, exploding into a dazzling display of pink heart-shaped fireworks, gradually transforming into a giant heart-shaped firework that shimmered three times before disappearing.

Soon, more clusters of fireworks soared into the night sky, decorating it with dreamlike beauty.

Elena was shocked. She had always felt that this man didn't understand romance. She had always thought that he only knew how to be domineering and demanding. She never expected that he had prepared such beautiful fireworks for her.

The explosions of the fireworks continued to ring in her ears, beautiful fireworks bloomed in the night sky, and countless beautiful rose-shaped patterns blossomed in the air, as if a fairy had opened a mysterious rose garden, instantly filling the sky with a meticulously crafted mesmerizing wonderland, causing the entire starry sky to lose its color in an instant...

Under the intertwining of colorful lights from the fireworks, Hassan's well-defined handsome face made Elena feel comfortable for the first time.

An hour later, the fireworks display finally came to an end.

Several maids cheered softly.

"I can't believe our master has such taste!"

"Yeah, the fireworks are so beautiful! I heard there were 999 of them! If a man sets off so many fireworks for me, I would marry him immediately..."

"Miss Walker is so lucky!"

Elena stood still, dumbfounded, cautiously looking at Hassan.

However, Hassan turned his face away and grunted, "What a crappy remote control, stepping on it and destroying it."

"... and it still works..." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the entrance gate of the villa, leaving Elena alone in the yard.

Behind her, a group of maids giggled admiringly. Noura stepped forward and helped Elena untie her tie.

"Miss Walker, where did you go today? The master was so worried that he smashed his phone. If he couldn't find you again, he would've beaten up the owner of the golf course..."

Elena remained silent, bending down to pick up the flattened remote control on the ground.

"When did this happen?" Elena asked in confusion. She never expected Hassan to give her such a big surprise.

"A few days ago, the master asked me what would make a woman very, very happy. I casually said fireworks, but I never thought he would take it seriously. He personally arranged everything..."

Elena glanced at Noura. "Thank you," she said, then walked into the hall holding the broken remote control.

"Where is he?" Elena searched upstairs and downstairs, but didn't see Hassan anywhere, so she asked Noura.

"... The master wants to be alone right now. Miss Walker, why don't you have dinner first?" Noura suggested in a gentle tone.

"No, I want to see him. I have something to say to him!" Elena wanted to see Hassan immediately.

"Miss Walker, the master is in a bad mood today. I suggest you not disturb him anymore. Have a good night's sleep and talk to him tomorrow when he's in a better mood," Noura said softly.

Noura's calm face had a faint smile. After getting along with Noura for a while, Elena realized that this woman had a way with words. She always knew the right thing to say and had perfect timing.

Elena looked at Noura, shook her head stubbornly, and felt conflicted. "I need to talk to him and clear things up."

"Let her in!" A low voice came from somewhere, and Elena looked up to see a retro-style palace wall lamp. It turned out to be a hidden speaker...

If he could say that, it meant he could see her every move...

But Elena couldn't see him!

This villa was huge, with two three-story buildings and a two-story interconnected design when viewed from outside, resembling a European palace. Upon entering, Elena felt like she was in a maze.

So far, she realized she knew nothing about this place. Every room was tightly sealed, except for the master bedroom, dining room, kitchen, and the large living room on the first floor, she was not allowed to enter anywhere else.

At this moment, Hassan's voice was near, but she had no idea where he was. She looked around in confusion.

Noura smiled and said, "Please come this way, Miss Walker."

The elevator door in the annex opened, revealing a golden corridor resembling a palace, with small crystal wall lamps adorned with rubies. A short distance away, there was a pair of...

At the end of the corridor, a golden arched door appeared, and Noura lightly knocked twice. "Master, Miss Walker is here," she said, while giving Elena a look before quietly stepping out.

Elena was mesmerized by the luxurious decor. It took her a moment before she took a deep breath and reached out to twist the doorknob. She still held the broken remote control in her hand as she stepped inside.

It was a nearly hundred-square-meter hall with a thick red Arabian carpet, and the main color theme was deep red mahogany.

The ceiling was designed with a dome-shaped stained glass, reminiscent of the works of Da Vinci.

No matter how extravagant the decorations were, they became mere background elements. What truly shocked Elena was the sculpture on the redwood workbench in the center of the hall.

In fact, this was more like a display room or a carving studio. There were rows of luxurious display shelves were many wooden artworks, ranging in size and intricacy.

However, the most eye-catching among them all was the statue on the central round table, standing over a meter tall.

From Elena's perspective, the sculpted figure resembled a graceful and lifelike young lady, making one imagine her as a woman with a perfect figure. A massive white veil covered her from head to toe, preventing a clear view.

Elena walked slowly inside, gazing in astonishment at the statues on the display shelves. But the more she looked, the more unsettling they appeared. From a distance, these statues seemed exquisitely handcrafted, with significant artistic value.

Yet, upon closer inspection, Elena realized they were all incomplete.

For example, there was a grey desert camel on one knee, raising its head towards the sky, appearing incredibly lifelike. However, upon closer examination, it had one of its legs broken, with a mournful expression...

There was also a lion, standing majestically on high ground. Yet, up close, Elena discovered that its eyes were black and blind...

As she continued to look, she came across a wingless hawk, a black bear with severed paws, and a decapitated snake...

Elena grew more and more frightened, ultimately unable to bear looking any longer.

"Frightened, are you?" a low and seductive voice sounded in front of her. Elena was startled, and as she looked up, she saw Hassan sitting on a high stool, completely engrossed in sculpting. A sharp carving knife danced skillfully in his hand, and wood shavings floated down from his fingertips...

He was focused on his work, with a deeply profound and handsome face that exuded an intense love for art. His long and narrow black eyes gazed attentively at the mold in front of him. His thin, red lips confidently curved upwards, giving off a slightly mischievous angle. His entire being emitted an indescribable vitality.

This was not something Elena often witnessed. She could sense the man's charm when he was engrossed in his work.

It was an unfinished wooden sculpture, resembling some kind of wild animal. At this point, it was still difficult to determine exactly what it was.

As she watched him effortlessly carve, she found herself forgetting about time and the words she wanted to say, simply mesmerized by his graceful movements.

Suddenly, she realized that this man was not as despicable as she had imagined. At the very least, he was a man who exuded a strong male charm.