Chapter 61
“Enough!”
Axel’s exasperated voice echoed through the relentless downpour, a blend of frustration and confusion
melding with the gentle beat of the raindrops. Feeling the need to breathe, Axel hastily freed himself
from the confining embrace of his hoodie, the drenched fabric clinging to his skin like a secondyer.
“You?!” They chorused in disbelief, the shared surprise cutting through the pouring rain.
Jasmine, her voice barely audible over the rain, whispered a shocked inquiry, “You’re the stalker?”
Axel, irritated by the usation, responded with a growl, rising to his full height.
His imposing figure, standing at a lofty six–foot–five,pletely towered above Jasmine’s diminutive
five–foot–six frame, prompting her to instinctively retreat a step.
The air thickened with tension as Jasmine asked, her voiceced with a blend of incredulity and fear:
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“Why were you following me?”
Axel, devoid of his sses, allowed her a clear view of his beautiful eyes.
However, the realization that someone with such gentle features could potentially be a stalker left
Jasmine genuinely frightened.
Determined to seize control of the situation, Jasmine tightened her grip on the umbre, eyeing Axel
suspiciously.
Axel, holding the umbre lightly to avoid being beaten further and to only to avoid conflict found
himself unprepared for the force Jasmine exerted. As he released the umbre, she seized it with all
her might, anticipating a triumphant yank. The sudden resistance sent her toppling backward, her
footing lost to the sl*ppery dance on the wet ground and shended unceremoniously on the ground
with her butt. She groaned out in pain from the impact.
Axel’s frustration boiled over as he vehemently defended himself, “Look, I don’t know what your issue
is with me, but I am not a stalker. I wasn’t following you!” His words echoed with anger, and his ears,
tinged with embarrassment, betrayed. the intensity of his emotions flushing an angry shade of red as
he stared down at her.
The woman’s usation grated on Axel, her innocent gaze irritating him even more. The vulnerability
in her eyes as she stared up at him as though on the brink of tears and utterly terrified, irked him in a
way he couldn’t quiteprehend. Her flinch when he yelled, a subtle withdrawal, seemed to pierce
through his anger, and gradually, a reluctant calm settled within him.
Her drenched form,the relentless rain had left her utterly soaked, shivering in the cold, a pitiful sight
that momentarily softened Axel’s hardened demeanor.
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A sigh escaped Axel as he stooped to gather the dog food he had purchased, swift and efficient.
Beside ity his phone, almost within her reach. Without a second thought, he retrieved it, the woman
flinching and covering her face,as if anticipating an impending blow.
Her reaction made him ufortable,he wasn’t a violent man, and he certainly wasn’t about to inflict
harm on a woman even in the midst of a heated argument.
“I’m not!…” Axel began in a tone that still carried the remnants of his anger but abruptly trailed off.
Another sigh followed, marking a shift in his tone
“I don’t know what your issue is, but I wasn’t following you.” His words, now delivered in a calmer tone,
hung in the air like the raindrops that drenched them both.
Leaving her behind, Axel turned away.
Jasmine stood up slowly, her senses gradually returning after the frightful encounter. Adrenaline
coursed through her veins, and the close call of almost being struck by the man left her in a daze. The
stic bags containing her purchasesy forgotten in a corner, the tissue within likely soaked by the
relentless rain. Her light pajamas clung ufortably to her b*dy, dampened by the downpour. The
embarrassment, fear, and bitter cold settled into her bones, each step entuating the pain from her
fall.
Her gaze fixed on the retreating figure of the man. A barrage of questions flooded. her mind, finding an
outlet in a muttered inquiry, “How did you find me? You’re the same man from the exhibition. It couldn’t
be a coincidence, could it?” The words sl*pped from her l*ps in a low voice, carrying a mix of confusion
and. suspicion. She was being watched, she could sense it every single day. The feeling unsettled her.
Axel lingered at the entrance of the suite, a silent guardian ensuring the lone woman’s safe arrival to
the building. His concern for her well–being fueled a sense of responsibility, and only when he was
assured of her security, when he sighted her from the building, did he turn to leave.
As he reached the elevator, the doors about to close, he caught sight of her, prompting him to wait.
Standing outside the elevator, Jasmine regarded him with a mix of confusion and curiosity. An impatient
query escaped Axel’s l*ps, “Youing?” She joined him int the confined space, and he pressed the
button for the eighteenth floor. A question. echoed in her mind; how did he know her residence was on
the eighteenth floor? The seed of panic sprouted anew.
Awkward silence enveloped them as they ascended. The woman stole a side. nce at Axel,
contemting the unusual circumstance of sharing an elevator with the man she had assaulted only
moments ago. Clearing her throat, she prepared to speak, but before any words escaped, the elevator
arrived at the
swiftly exited, leaving her bewildered in his wake
eighteenth floor. Axelfore:
The revtion hit her like a tidal wave, the man from the exhibition, was her
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neighbor residing in t 321, while she upied t 322. The coincidence was staggering, and her
disbelief almost brought her to the brink of copse. She watched in silent astonishment as Axel
effortlessly entered the password for his apartment, the door closing behind him without a backward
nce.
The weight of embarrassment pressed upon her as she retreated to her own. apartment. Shame filled
her, turning her face crimson. The man from the exhibition was the same man who had discovered her
unwee intrusion into his home and had found her asleep on his couch, her new next–door
neighbor. Topound her embarrassment, she had also physically attacked him earlier in the evening
using him of being a stalker, meanwhile his was heading home! The building they both shared.
As she closed the door behind her, the memory of the broken phone resurfaced. Axel had grabbed it off
the floor, revealing a shattered screen with multiple cracks. The physical damage mirrored the
emotional turmoil she now experienced. Overwhelmed by the chain of events, she buried her face into
her pillow, the fabric absorbing her muffled sobs. In the midst of the humiliation, she wondered; Could
my life possibly get any worse?
The man must think she was mentally unstable.