Our eternal affairs

'White Christmas' filled his head when Truce stepped into the warmth of the house after he returned from his meeting with his brother. He had gifts wrapped in his hands, eager to surprise Anna and make this Christmas, one to remember.

But as he walked deeper into the house, he sensed something was amiss. He called Anna's name several times, as he searched the house, but there was no answer. He rushed to his study and watched the footage of the previous hours of the day. His heart sank as he watched her wake up on his bed, and opened a drawer by his bed and pulled out a photo and a ring, and then hastily left the room.

He tried to remember who was in the photo, desperately hoping it wasn't Miriam. He rushed upstairs to his room; his mind raced with the possibilities. When he entered his room and checked the photo which sat on his bed, he didn't know how to feel. He was partly relieved and partly worried,

Why had he forgotten to dispose the picture of Nichole Chen? He had been investigating her suspicious behavior over the last month, which was slowly leading to a hypothesis that she was working closely with Anoma. And now, Anna had stumbled on it, and he hoped she would believe his explanation this time, or he would lose her, together with the hope of finding out her connections to Miriam.

The ring caught his eye, and he lifted it to his eye level. It had belonged to Miriam. What did Anna conclude when she saw them? He sighed exasperatedly. How could I be so stupid? He was slowly losing consciousness of himself.

He moved to the mini office in his room, pressed some buttons and continued watching the CCTV, his hands on his phone, trying to track Anna's movements. He made a few calls and was informed that she boarded a bus that afternoon, heading to Boston.

Truce tried to reach out to her, through telepathy, but she ignored him. he remembered her complaints about his intrusion into her private thoughts. He had to respect her boundaries, but now, he was worried sick about her safety. In two nights, they had two drastic fights and he seemed uncomfortable.

Twice, her life had been threatened by his foes and he wasn't taking chances this time. Forgetting his calm, cool CEO demeanor, he jumped into his Aston, started the engine, he would drive all the way to Boston.

His mind kept whirling with questions. Was she safe? Was she hurt? How could I let this happen? Fool! He knew his eyes weren't the only one staying on her. If they wanted to get to him easily, she was the perfect candidate, and she was so open, so bare without any form of protection. He was her only salvation right now. He didn't know he drove on 225mph, all he could think of was her.

Just as he turned on a bend after he passed Quincy, he felt like a force knocked the air out of his lungs. A desperate cry, calling out for him in his head. He lost control of the wheels as his soul exploded inside him, and he disappeared from inside the car. The car drove straight to the side of the road, crashing head on to a huge tree.

Truce appeared into a room, to a sight that made his blood boil. His lady was tied to a chair, in stark nakedness, like a Christmas gift, with a short, weird looking man hovering over her, with his pants down.

"What the f***" Sam didn't complete his exclamation when Truce's fist connected with his face. He landed with his head smacked to the ground, he laid sprawled, faced down and his buttocks parted like a cake which a knife went through the middle.

"Yes…" Anna cried in relief when she saw her knight in expensive casual clothes and blazing eyes, fresh tears poured from her eyes and she shook her head side by side. Truce turned to Anna; his heart ached at the sight of her. He quickly untied her ropes, pulling her to his arms, shielding her from the man on the ground. Anna pulled away after a while, looking around for her clothes, her eyes flashed with anger, and Truce's eyes didn't miss it, but he knew he had to deal with Sam first