Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph
Chapter 161 People with Stories

I struggled, but he just held me tighter, his voice right in my ear.

"I just want to hold you. If you keep squirming, I might just have to keep you all to myself."

He always used this shameless tactic to threaten me, and it made me so mad I could scream. "Faris, do you think it's fun messing with a married woman?"

He snorted by my ear, loosened his grip a bit, and turned me to face him. "As long as I like you, I don't care if you're married. If I don't like you, even a goddess would be an eyesore."

Most women might be shocked to hear that, but not me.

To me, when Faris said "like," it just meant "I want to sleep with you," with no other feelings involved.

I looked at him calmly, then turned to leave. The next second, Faris scooped me up.

I gasped, seeing his mischievous smile. I struggled but couldn't budge him. He carried me back to the living room, plopped me on the sofa, and trapped me with his hands on either side. I leaned back, tense and nervous. Knowing Faris, I realized resisting too much could backfire. I avoided his eyes, not wanting to show my nerves.

After a while, I suddenly heard a light laugh above my head.

"Why's your face so red?"

He asked knowingly, and I glared at him.

His smile widened, and he looked me up and down.

"Are you hot? If you're hot, just take off your clothes."

I almost instinctively covered my chest with my hands, and he laughed at my reaction.

Luckily, he finally straightened up and said, "The air conditioning is on. If you're hot, take off your clothes. Don't get a heat rash in the middle of winter."

With that, he walked towards the back door.

I wanted to slip away while he wasn't around. But as soon as I stood up, I saw Black running towards me.

Frightened, I sat back down.

Black had already left an emotional scar on me, so I was super cautious around it.

Faris followed Black back in and gave it a light kick.

"Sit."

Black obediently sat down on its haunches.

Faris also sat down on the sofa and petted Black's head. Black closed its eyes, enjoying the touch, and occasionally licked his hand.

"Black, you scared her just now. Apologize to her," Faris commanded.

I thought he must be crazy; it's just a dog.

Black licked its tongue and looked around, pretending not to understand.

"Did you hear me? Apologize," Faris lightly tapped its head.

This time, Black seemed to get it, lowering his head and body, making a whimpering sound.

"He's saying sorry to you. Did you catch that?" Faris suddenly said to me.

I looked at Black.

At this moment, Black didn't seem so scary anymore. Under his owner's scolding, he looked like a kid waiting to be punished.

I said irritably, "I'm not like you; I don't speak dog. Of course, I don't understand."

Faris realized I was indirectly insulting him. He put his hands on his hips, bit his lip, and looked a bit defeated.

I suddenly found it funny and couldn't help but smile.

Seeing me smile, Faris was stunned for a few seconds, then smiled too.

The awkward atmosphere eased a bit. I grabbed my bag and said, "I'm heading back."

Before I could stand up, Faris pressed my shoulder. "What's the rush? I'll take you. Wait for me; I'll go change."

He took a few steps, then stopped and looked back at me. "If you sneak away, I'll send that video to Ethan."

That trick again!

I glared at him furiously, watching Faris hum a tune and happily walk upstairs.

I didn't want to be threatened by him, but his trick was very effective. I was so mad I could scream. I had no choice but to wait.

I kept checking my watch after fifteen minutes.

How long does it take for a guy to change clothes? Was he doing his makeup too?

I couldn't wait any longer and headed upstairs.

There were several rooms upstairs, and I saw a pair of slippers at the door of one room, the same pair Faris had been wearing.

I figured he must be in that room.

I walked to the door and knocked lightly.

"Hey, are you done?"

There was no response from inside, so I started imagining scenarios like sudden death.

After hesitating for about a minute, driven by my former nurse's compassion, I finally mustered the courage to reach for the doorknob.

I gently turned it, and the door opened.

The room was dimly lit, with the curtains drawn, giving me an eerie feeling.

I called out, "Hey, are you in here?"

No one answered. I swallowed nervously, taking one step at a time into the room.

I hadn't taken more than a few steps when I suddenly stopped.

Faris was leaning against the bathroom door, looking at me with a leisurely expression.

The key point was, he was naked, with only a tiny towel barely covering his hips.

It's not like I hadn't seen a naked guy before, and besides, his crucial parts were covered. No need to freak out. The more I panicked, the more awkward it would get. So, I calmly prepared to leave.

But Faris suddenly took a few steps forward, closed the door, and pinned me against it.

"What are you doing?" My calmness vanished.

Faris's body was still steaming, and the fresh scent of his shower hit me.

"If you want to see my body, just say so. It's not like I won't let you. Why sneak around?" Faris lowered his head, his face very close to mine, teasing me with a smile.

I blushed. "Narcissist, who wants to see you? I thought you hadn't come out for so long that you might have died in there. Why didn't you answer when I called?"

Faris's eyes deepened. "You were worried about me?"

I rolled my eyes dramatically. "Who would worry about you? I was worried about myself. If you died, I'd be the last person to have contact with you, making me a prime suspect and causing me a lot of trouble." "Oh, is that so?" Faris raised an eyebrow.

I thought my words might have some effect, but they didn't.

Faris straightened up and said with a faint smile, "I have a habit of taking a shower before changing clothes."

His solid body exuded a strong masculine scent. I definitely didn't want to be alone with him like this.

Taking advantage of the fact that he was no longer restraining me, I turned to open the door.

But just as I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of a black-and-white photo on the wall, like a memorial picture.

It seemed somewhat familiar. But due to the dim light, I couldn't see it clearly. So, I instinctively stopped to take a closer look.

But when I turned back, I found that Faris had opened his towel.

He was also stunned to see me stop, apparently not expecting it.

Terrified, I twisted the doorknob and rushed out. As I ran out, I heard Faris's laughter behind me.

I ran downstairs, out of the villa, and stood in the yard, taking several deep breaths. The cold air filled my lungs, and I felt the heat in my body subside significantly.

After a while, Faris came out, fully dressed.

After his shower, his black hair was neatly combed, and he looked refreshed.

He glanced at me with a smile, twisted the car keys, and walked towards the car parked in the yard. I followed him, and just as I opened the back door, it was shut by a hand.

Faris opened the passenger door and practically shoved me in. As I glared at him, he just smiled, fastened my seatbelt, and closed the door.

He then walked around to the driver's seat, gave me another smiling glance, and started the car.

During the drive, a thought suddenly hit me.

The last time Faris drove me home, Ethan saw it and was furious.

Would we have that kind of bad luck again this time?

But if I said I didn't want to ride in his car now, Faris would definitely do the opposite just to mess with me.

Luckily, Bella's call came at the perfect time.

Seeing it as my escape, I answered the phone.

"Bella, I'm free. Where are you? Okay, I'll wait for you there and go with you later." After hanging up, I looked at Faris calmly.

"My friend wants me to go shopping with her. I'll get off at the next intersection."

At the intersection, Faris did stop the car. But when I tried to get out, he grabbed me. "Wait until your friend arrives. What if she doesn't show up? It's hard to get a cab here."

He was suspicious that I was lying, wasn't he? Although I was lying, was it that obvious?

He locked the car doors, so I couldn't get out. While he listened to music, I sensed something was off. I turned and found him staring at me intensely. He leaned in closer, making me nervous. Just then, there were two knocks on the car window.

I saw it was Bella and said with relief, "My friend is here. I need to get out."

Faris had already sat back, enjoying my nervousness, and unlocked the door.

I opened the door and rushed out, pulling Bella into her car without a word.

Bella looked at me suspiciously. "Emily, what's going on? I knew you might be in trouble when you were talking nonsense on the phone. Tell me, who is that guy?"

I had always been honest with Bella, so I briefly explained my encounters with Faris.

Bella looked at me incredulously. "Emily, you have some guts. He once kidnapped you, and you still dare to get in his car."

I shrugged. "I always felt that Faris wasn't really bad. Especially since he got injured saving me, I think he has his own story."

"So, the last time at the hospital, when you lied to Ethan, it was also related to him?"

I nodded honestly and then remembered to ask, "By the way, did you call for something? I didn't give you a chance to speak earlier."

Bella gripped the steering wheel, frowning slightly. "I think Zachary also has a story."