Chapter 276 - § UNPREDICTABLE §

CHAPTER 022 

Lyndon tapped his fingers on the coffee table. He creased his eyebrows and curbed his sight to peer at her. This is upsetting, he rumbled to himself. Ever since yesterday, the marionette was starting to cut the strings. She gave every indication of being no longer trapped in the darkness. He was losing his strings tied to her. "Again, what are you saying?" He asked, unsure of what she was proposing.

Ruin both of them, Kraig and Tiana? Because that is what I want? Isn't that supposed to be what she wants? Everything they were doing was for her sake. Not for him, he was assisting her because he liked her. That is what she was supposed to think. Albeit, she was not thinking that way—was she aware of everything? Did she find out his affection for Tiana? Since when? Yesterday? Today? Last week? When? 

"I'm saying that you shouldn't keep on insisting that it was only me who wanted to destroy the two of them," she uttered and directed her interest to look at the view over the veranda. "You wanted them to suffer too, right? It's not just me." 

"What are you saying?" 

"As I said, you want to ruin Kraig and Tiana. Am I wrong?" She redirected her eyes to him. Muzzled. Lyndon was the one who was in a stupor as of this moment. He did not know what to say, he could not read her either. Which was odd, this never happened between them. Instead of arguing he decided to resign his thoughts and compel her. 

"—How will you ruin them?" 

"Just tell me if this is what you want, I will do it." He didn't understand what she was going on about. He couldn't even follow how her mind works. He can understand the intention but—he simply could not comprehend it—she will do what?

Kraig and Tiana were perfectly fine, the only missing thing between them was to announce their romantic relationship. Which was so obvious but it did not have any labels yet. 

How could Yanarym take Kraig away, if Kraig hated her while he liked Tiana? However, Lyndon had to take note of the adoration in Kraig's eyes gazing at Yanarym earlier was the opposite of hatred. It might be, no, was it possible? A love potion? She can't do potions… 

Lyndon reached out for her hand, he was irked. He did not like it whenever he had to hold or just touch her. It took him loads of constraint to be 'nice' to her. He must pretend that he was concerned about her. Because this was how it went, he would play as her secret lover—but in reality, he was not. He had to make her feel good, make her at ease. She had to trust him, for him to be able to exploit her at his disposal. 

"Will you be okay doing that? You know, I don't want you to hurt yourself," Lyndon muttered with a farce worried expression. 

He's so fucking fake, Yanarym sizzled. This man wouldn't last in the acting industry—he better choose to become a model than an actor. He sucked at performing but that pretty face would bring him somewhere at some point. "But if you manage to make a fool of Kraig then that is your revenge, isn't it?" Lyndon squeezed a phony smile and she smiled back to him. 

"You're right, that fucking piece of trash will have his retribution," she stood up and strode in his direction, with no warning, she sat on his lap and wrapped her slim arms around his neck. Lyndon was stunned by the physical intimacy. She cannot even fiddle the hem of his shirt before yet she could sit on his lap now? 

She is sure living her life at its fullest, Lyndon managed to get a hold of himself. "You've been swearing a lot, where did you learn that?" 

"Just somewhere," she nonchalantly replied, "You know, it's refreshing whenever I cuss at the person I hate." She said and gave the distance between them. "I want to kill that fucking bastard who lies straight to my face and use me whenever he wanted." She said gritting her teeth and creasing her brows staring straight into Lyndon's eyes. "If I could just cut off his tongue and shred his meat to feed it to piranhas. Fucking jerk!"

"Yanarym!" Lyndon felt her nails stifling to his skin and he almost pushed her away. "You're digging your fucking nails on my neck! Take it easy, will you? Shit." 

"I'm sorry, does it hurt?" 

Of course, it did! Lyndon held his tongue and took a deep breath. "I'm fine." She embraced him tightly and leaned closer and buried her face onto his neck. 

"It's great that you're not someone who would use me like that. You are the best." She softly whispered to his ear and made herself comfortable in his lap. Lyndon was somehow speechless for some time, how did her mood transition from sweet to being psycho? "Lyndon," she affectionately called him then pulled away to face him. As their noses were only inches apart he couldn't avoid her loving eyes staring at his soul. "I will become Kraig's girlfriend by tomorrow." 

A flash of cessation, he blinked his eyes as if waking up from a slumber, he looked away from her eyes that were causing him to be absent-minded. He began to process the words she said.

"What?" 

"He asked me to be his girlfriend. He said he will treat me better…" 

'That' is the situation? That was why she was confident about ruining them. Kraig—he wanted her? For real? If she was telling the truth, then that meant there was no more Tiana and Kraig. But how did she do it? Why did Kraig drastically shift his affection from Tiana to her? What did she do?... But frankly, should Lyndon waste his time contemplating it? Kraig was so used to abandoning someone with the least effort. Kraig did it to him, did it to Yanarym, for certain, Tiana could not be an exception. However, there must be a reason why Kraig chose Yanarym over Tiana. 

"How is that even possible? Did you use a love potion?" Lyndon queried in confusion. 

"How could I do that? You know that despite being smart I can't make such a potion, I can't do magic." She mumbled with apparent disappointment at his proclamation. 

Lyndon flinched, "That's not what I meant, Yanarym." He caressed her cheek, "Look at me, I am shocked. You know, Kraig hates you, how suddenly did he end up pursuing you?" 

She bit her lips, her eyes clouded, tears immediately streamed to her cheeks. Lyndon was baffled, why is she crying? Why all of sudden? He was only asking how she won over Kraig! Why was she so unpredictable!? He couldn't deal with her at all!

"You're the person that I love," she said in a low tone. "I would do anything to make you happy. You should know that..." 

"Yanarym, that doesn't answer my question." He wiped away her tears because he felt irritated seeing her cry. "Stop crying, those tears won't answer me." She didn't stop but began to sob. Her nose turned red and she brusquely nipped her lips that it began to bruise. "What the hell!? Quit your drama and tell me!" He yelled at her as soon as he saw blood from her lips. He cupped her face and made her look at him. 

"You will despise… me, you will get disgusted if I tell you what I did." 

"Trust me, I won't." He took his thumb and caressed her wounded lips, used some healing magic and the bruises disappeared. "Say it, don't make me wait." 

Yanarym didn't suspend the drama as he demanded, "I gave him my virginity." Lyndon, who was busy healing her lips, froze at his position. He looked into her eyes that were filled with her tears. 

"You did what?" 

"We had sex. K-kraig and me." Lyndon creased his brows, he couldn't believe her. That was the most ridiculous thing he had heard. But her eyes don't lie to him, she couldn't lie to him at all. 

"D-do you hate me?" Stuttering, she was terrified. 

He never liked her in the first place, he felt surprised but isn't that a good thing? That makes sense why Kraig would change all of sudden. 

"I know you would hate me," she stood up and was about to leave but Lyndon held her hand. "I gave him what was supposed to be yours!" 

"Hey, hey, it's just sex. I don't mind, the one you truly love is me, right? That's all that matters." 

"Really?" She stopped crying, wiping away her tears but the sadness on her face didn't fade. 

"Yes, of course, what else is there?" She bowed down her head, and before she could even start another session of crying he cupped her face. "Why are you still sad? I told you it doesn't matter."

"But I want you to have me." 

"I have you, you're mine, aren't you?" She didn't answer him, only stared at him with despair, "Yanarym?" 

"I want you to love me, Lyndon."