Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

"Right! A fine man always limps and has blood trickling out of a gash in their stomach."

He chuckled, his shoulders shaking. "Spare me the sarcasm, Syd."

"How did you even get to such a remote place?" I blurted out. I couldn't wait any longer. "I mean you just burst out at the right time and saved me." I squinted at him which caused his lips to stretch in a hypnotizing smile. "Have you been following me, Luigi?"

His eyes eyed my hair then they dropped to my dress. "You look like shit right now. You should find a place to wash up."

*Answer my question," I growled playfully.

He arched his brow, a mischievous smile still dancing across his lips, "I've saved you twice, and you still doubt me?"

I felt a little bit more relaxed. I didn't know him all that much but I could tell that he wouldn't hurt me. I hope I am right though.

"What, you think I was with them?"

Whether someone helps you with their service or product, as long as you get any help from someone there's always a price to pay back. There are no incidental kindness in this world, just like how there is always a reason for enmity

There was a reason why Bran set this whole meeting up and attacked me and there was also a reason why Luigi was there and why he helped me

I shrugged, "I don't know, Luigi Matteo. It's just very unusual to be in a place like that and at that time too. Such coincidences are rare." I determinedly held his gaze and reprised, "Why were you there?" There was a sly smirk on his lips, "Let's just say it's one of those rare coincidences."

I lifted my eyebrows at him, silently telling him to cut the bullshit.

His smirk faltered and there was an hesitation as he looked at me, the look in his eyes was highly guarded and unfathomable. Then he sighed, "I was sent to protect you."

I was taken aback. Of all the reasons I had thought of, this one wasn't even an option. "Protect me from what and from who?" I got on the edge of my seat and continued to throw questions at him. "Who sent you, Luigi? Why do I need protection?"

There was that look again, that twitch of his lips as if he was contemplating if he should speak the truth or not. "I can't tell you too much, Sydney," his expression had grown dreary now. "Just know someone wants you safe and I'm here to do that. That's all I can tell you."This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I gazed into his eyes, searching for whatever I could get. Who exactly is this man? And who sent him? The voice in my head scoffed, Was he even sent? Could Mark be involved in this? If he was, why?

No, no. It couldn't be Mark. Mark and Luigi had met and I'm sure they hate each other's guts. Michael? Nope. I almost laughed at the idea. No way it would be dad. Neither he nor his wife had ever cared about me. So who could it be? Who wants me safe and who wants to harm me?

"What are you thinking about, Mrs Torres," Luigi whispered, his sly smile back in place.

As I opened my mouth to answer him, a sharp condescending scoff interrupted me, "Are you now having an affair with that wild looking man?"

Luigi and I turned to see who had interrupted and I rolled my eyes at the woman that stood at the doorway. I should've known it was her - her scratchy voice and condescending tone was hard to misplace.