My Beloved

Han Luo was in a dilemma. She was working hard for the past few weeks and he was worried about her health. That's why he didn't want anything to disturb her. She could understand that much. That's why she couldn't get mad at him or complain.

She let out a deep sigh. She asked with concern, "Since you know Beth and Mian's situation, did you investigate how things turned out this way?"

She understood that there was no point in arguing over the fact why didn't tell her sooner or whatever. She needed to find out whatever happened to her friends and how she could help them.

Mo Yuan calmly brushed her hair with his fingers and tugged a few strands behind her hair. He answered, "I have already told my men to investigate it. After we go home, we will find out what's happening and who is behind this."

"I don't understand why this is happening. We didn't have a clash with anyone for a few weeks… unless it's Larry or President Smith's doing. I did try to outsmart them. But to think they will attack my friends…" Han Luo clenched her clothes. Her pink winter jacket wrinkled by her aggressive attack.

Mo Yuan gently patted her back and tried to ease her worry saying, "It's not your fault. You had no idea this would happen. Moreover, you mustn't jump to a conclusion without knowing anything."

He added, "In my point of view, I don't think President Smith would do something this cheap. In fact, he wouldn't go after children like us. We are too young for his taste. If he is angry, he will go after your uncle and company."

Han Luo leaned on his chest and placed her head on his firm shoulder. Her heart was filled with worry. "But, it could be it's because of me they are suffering. Or else, why would the two of them be sabotaged at the same time?"

"Maybe it's because of Xiao Ming," Mo Yuan tried to persuade her to think otherwise.

Han Luo denied his claim with a condensed tone, "No way! If it was Mian only, I would have thought that. However, Beth is related to this incident too. The common thing between them is only me. I'm their friend."

Sometimes, Mo Yuan forgot how smart she was. He resigned helplessly, "All right, you win. Now, try to take some rest now. You can do nothing about them on the airplane. After we go home, we will solve this problem together."

"Fine, you promised." Han Luo glanced at him while placing her head on his shoulder.

"I promise. Now close your eyes," saying that he planted a kiss on her temple.

Han Luo finally closed her eyes and relaxed her muscles. She felt his warmth engulfing her. His heart was beating in rhythm. His palms caressed her arms. Her stamina was spent on last night and today's exercise. As a result, she quickly fell asleep.

When Mo Yuan noticed her regular breathing, he closed their cabin door using the remote control in case another uninvited guest bothered them. Just thinking of that blonde haired girl made him furious. If it wasn't for her, Han Luo wouldn't be worried about her friends and they would have a romantic journey.

Everything was ruined thanks to Nana Shimizu's blabbermouth.

Thinking of her mouth, Mo Yuan narrowed his eyes. He started to make a plan on how to seal Nana Shimizu's annoying mouth once and for all.

While Han Luo was sleeping, someone walked toward their cabin. There was no sound coming from inside. The door was shut and it was impossible to find what was going on. That person clenched fists in dissatisfaction.

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When their long journey ended, it was already midnight in London. Mo Yuan's family car was already waiting for them outside the airport.

Han Luo yawned. She had a good sleep, making her feel refreshed. She dragged her luggage and followed behind Mo Yuan. After coming outside the airport, she looked around and saw everything was covered in snow.

Because of Christmas, the whole place was decorated. There was a dazzling Christmas tree outside the airport. It was decorated with shiny balls, stars, and lights, and around the tree were lots of colorful boxes. There was a large shade above the tree and that's why it's not covered in snow.

As she admired the beauty of the Christmas tree, Mo Yuan covered her head with her jacket hood. When she looked in his direction, he explained, "You will catch a cold."

"You always worry too much," Han Luo complained.

"You always catch a cold easily," Mo Yuan reminded her.

After that, Han Luo shut up. Mo Yuan's car stopped in front of them. The chauffeur carried their luggage to the back of the car. At that time, Mo Yuan opened the door for Han Luo. She moved inside the car and he followed. The chauffeur started the engine and drove off.

Looking at the familiar scenery, Han Luo's anxiety was going away. She decided to talk to Zheng Mian if she was awake. It was only midnight. Zheng Mian wouldn't sleep so early before new year's eve.

However, the car drove past her house. Han Luo was puzzled. "We just passed my house."

"We are going to our house," Mo Yuan declared.

"Our house…" Han Luo seemed confused at first but soon she realized what he meant. "Oh, but I want to talk to Mian. I wonder how she is feeling right now."

Mo Yuan had his answer ready. "It's midnight and you have a long journey. Who would talk to you about this? Besides, do you not want to find out what caused their sufferings?"

Han Luo paused. What he said was logical. Nonetheless, she still wished to go back to her house. She tugged his sleeve and requested him, "Can't I go back to my house for tonight?"

Mo Yuan leaned closer and whispered in a deep voice, "Ah Luo, I want you tonight by my side."