My Beloved

Han Luo remembered the times when Mo Yuan was cold to her. She forced a smile and said, "What? You don't feel like seeing my face? You told me that you would wait for me and I kept the promise. I won't ask you why you didn't contact me, but I can at least expect you to welcome me. Or are you too surprised that I'm here?" 

To tell the truth, Han Luo was scared of big brother Yuan since she was little, and that's why she didn't bother him – she knew that he didn't like her. But things changed when she got used to him. They both were doing well too. 

'But why is he acting like this? It's as if we have gone back to the time when we first met.' Han Luo frowned. At that moment, she felt like doing two things: one, force him to turn around and face her, and two, leave the room out of anger and kick his butt before leaving. 

In the end, she chose neither. She brought out some emotion in her voice and cried, "Big brother Yuan… no, sorry, big brother… I'm sorry if you don't like me coming to your room. I should have known that you don't like this sort of thing. I'm sorry. I'll leave now." She sobbed a little so that he could show some mercy. When he didn't, Han Luo wanted to bite him hard. 

'If you don't want to talk to me, fine, I have big brother Ming and big brother Yujin. I don't need you,' she thought to herself before turning around to walk away. 'Look at his nerve! I prepared my heart and used my time to come here and even prepared a surprise for him, yet he had to be all moody! I won't care for him anymore. He can just go to hell, for all I care.' 

Meanwhile, poor Mo Yuan, who was getting scolded in Han Luo's mind, was experiencing something he never experienced before. When he first heard her voice, he froze. He couldn't believe his ears. When he was thinking that he was probably daydreaming, she poked his back, making a bolt of electricity run through his body. His heart was about to explode. When she talked, her voice sounded so mature. The more he heard her voice, the more his whole body turned numb. 

When he was twelve, he heard guys in his class talking about girls and girlfriends. At that time, he was first introduced with the word 'love' for women. The word 'love' was so foreign to him. The boys said that the 'love' they were talking about was for a girl around their ages who they long for. He thought of Han Luo. 

Mo Yuan quickly rejected that idea thinking he could never think of her romantically. However, he was interested in her. He wanted to know more about her. He wished to find out about her true self. He wanted to punish her for hiding her true self to him. He thought to bully her for tricking him. 

That's when he was introduced to the emotion 'possessiveness'. He was possessive of her. He didn't want to hand her over to anyone, not even his friends Han Sheng Ming or Tang Yujin. This new discovery shocked him. That's when he thought of cutting ties with her. He wanted to see if his feelings for her were real or whether it was just a flame. After that, when Ma Rui called him and tried to tell him about Han Luo, he stopped her. He curtly and clearly declared that he didn't wish to hear any words about her. 

That sentence struck Ma Rui hard. She couldn't believe what she was just heard. Since then, whenever she tried to talk about Han Luo, Mo Yuan hung up. Ma Rui understood that the situation was getting worse. She was determined to send Han Luo to London as soon as possible. Passion burned inside her body. That's when she started to hang out with the ministers' wife. And finally, she succeeded – Han Luo was sent to London. 

[A/N: All hail Ma Rui!] 

Mo Yuan tried to stay away from her but then she came to him, making him realize his feelings for her, yet he denied them again and again. The way he reacted told him that he was longing to meet her. He was waiting for her. The possessiveness and the feelings surged up to the surface and he was afraid that he might do something wrong that might take him away from her. 

When Han Luo turned around and started to walk away, Mo Yuan's body moved. Since she came to the lion's den on her own, he wouldn't let her walk away. He also turned around and strode toward her. Only with four big steps, he caught up to her. His right hand grabbed her right arm and pulled her toward him. 

Before she could understand what happened, her body twirled. "Ah!" Han Luo was startled and let out a small yelp. Her body then fell on a hard body, before her face smacked onto his rock chest, causing her nose to hurt. "Oww!" 

Mo Yuan hugged her close, not letting her move. Her head was right in front of him and he put his chin on her head. After hearing her painful noise, he looked down and asked gently, "Does it hurt?" 

Han Luo wanted to shout: 'What is wrong with you? You don't feel like talking to me, you don't even welcome me, nor do you want to show your face! And now, you dare hurt my delicate nose! I won't forgive you!' However, she couldn't show this side of her to him. She pouted and looked at him with a gaze of complaint. 

Mo Yuan saw her face and chuckled deeply. Since he wouldn't show her real self to him, he tried to think about what was in her mind. 'Is she scolding me or is she trying to shred me into pieces? She was pretty harsh when she was with Noah.' Thinking about that time, he narrowed his eyes. 'She was pretty close to him back then.. Are they still chummy with each other?' The thought of the Butler and Han Luo laughing and barking together didn't make him feel better.