Chapter 90


    Nathan studied Jasmine intently, her clear eyes reflecting pure adoration as she gazed up at him. A


    pang of guilt gnawed at him, overshadowing his demeanor.


    “Jasmine,” he called out to her, breaking the moment. Suddenly, he posed a question that cut through


    the air with an unexpected weight. “Do you still have those nightmares? The Inquiry lingered, causing


    her to pause, her brows furrowing in response.


    “No,” she replied, shaking her head.


    No memory of your family either?” He probed. Again, she shook her head, and Nathan sighed, looking


    away. Deciding not to press further at that moment.


    She held the key to the elusive memories from that night eight years ago, that tragic night. If only she


    could recall the events, he might finally uncover the truth behind the deaths of his wife and child.


    Frustration simmered within him, the inability to make progress in recent weeks weighing heavily on his


    shoulders made him feel a sense of weariness.


    “Is something wrong?” Jasmine’s voice cut through his contemtion. Theplexity of emotions


    reflected on his face was evident, but he merely replied with a curt “No.” Turning away, he headed to


    his office, leaving Jasmine to watch his retreating form. A sense of unease lingered in the air as she


    sensed that something. indeed, was amiss.


    Meanwhile, Ethan stormed back into his office, a maelstrom of frustration and disturbance swirling


    within him. The sight of the other man with Hazel had ignited a spark of annoyance, an emotion he’d


    rather chew rocks than admit. Despite his efforts to maintainposure, a restless energy consumed


    him.


    I’m leaving, and I’m taking your car, Ethan announced abruptly, after hours of trying to work, he had


    given up. He strode past Axel. Axel had chaffeured him to the office that morning, so Ethan’s


    impromptu decision to -leave suddenly meant Axel would be left without a vehicle.


    Axel sighed, recognizing the stormy mood Ethan was in. The unpredictable nature of Ethan’s


    departures often left Axel to find his own way home, typically involving the use of public transport.


    Today would be no exception, and Axel resigned himself to the inconvenience that awaited him.


    Axel had actually settled into a routine that amodated the newfound caninepanion in his life.


    Adapting to the changes was bing lessplex. Also as days went by, the initial awkwardness


    between him and the next-door neighbor, Jasmine, was barely existence.


    They could now exchange greetings without the tension that once lingered.


    Even the dog. Axel concluded, wasn’t as troublesome as he had initially thought. However, when it


    came to the doe-eyed woman, Jasmine, residing next door, he still had reservations. He noticed she


    remained jumpy and easily startled, and there seemed to be a lingering figure that shadowed her. He


    had initially dismissed it, but over time he could sense someone’s eyes trained on him whenever they


    met outside of the building.


    As Jasminepleted her tasks for the day, she meticulously cleared the table. Nathan remained in


    hist office chair, the door to his office was slightly ajar. She watched him. His eyes were closed, back


    turned to the door. The office was dimly lit. Hesitating, she knocked softly to make him aware she was


    standing there.


    With the sun long gone, darkness had settled outside. Nathan’s voice cut through the silence, “It’ste.


    You should go home now.” Concern etched on her face, Jasmine entered the office, offering. “Are you


    okay? Would you be needing anything?”


    Nathan, responded with a curt, “No. It’ste, just go home.” Jasmine lingered by the door, torn between


    leaving. him to his thoughts. He was back to his regr routine, sitting in a dark room. Knowing him,


    the picture of his wife was probably clutched in his grasp.


    “Do you want me to have you kicked out?” Nathan’s stern voice echoed through the silent halls.


    “Go home, Jasmine,” he instructed, cutting off her attempt to speak. Just go, I’ll be fine. I’m not suicidal


    or anything,” he added with a light chuckle. “It’s gettingte,” he said softly, finally turning to face her.


    “Okay. Goodnight,” she replied, moving towards the door. As she turned to leave, he called, “Jasmine,


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    Stepping out of thepany building, the cool evening breeze hit her. She walked briskly, boarding the


    bust heading homeward. As the bus approached her stop, the feeling of dread intensified. Stepping off,


    the isted walk to the apartments awaited her, and tonight would be worse-she was returning even


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    Jasmine shivered from the cold wind, pulling her jacket closer around her b*dy. Walking briskly. She


    was returning hometer than usual tonight, with Nathan’s sudden return she had worked overtime,


    filling and updating him. She had also sensed something was amiss and had been reluctant to leave


    him there at thepany.


    Sighing, she braced herself, starting to walk faster. The streetlights flickered intermittently, casting an


    eerie glow. The night was dark, and the cold wind added to her difort. Footsteps echoed behind


    her, a routine she had noticed, the feeling of being followed most times after exiting the bus. Tonight


    was no exception; someone was trailing her.


    Her fingers became mmy, and she quickened her pace, a sense of foreboding lingering in the air.


    Her pulse raced faster, and she finally broke into a run, colliding headfirst into someone’s back.


    Stumbling backward, she almost fell when strong arms reached out and steadied her. Gasping for


    breath, she looked up. meeting familiar orbs hidden behind a pair of sses. She gasped, Axell Relief


    washed over her as his eyes searched hers, and he helped stabilize her footing.


    The man trailing her faltered, stepping behind a pole and watching from a distance. Jasmine turned,


    ncing back several times.


    “Are you being followed?” Axel asked, concern etched on his face as he furrowed his brows. She


    nodded, tears streaming down her face, still shaken and frightened. Axel sensed someone’s eyes on


    him, watching them from the darkness.


    “Wait here,” he instructed her, then walked a few steps back to check who it was. Terrified of being


    alone, she grabbed the tail of his suit. Axel halted midway; she didn’t want to be alone. He sighed.


    “You shouldn’t walk home thiste; the streets are isted as well,” he sighed, looking at her. She


    gazed up at him with teary eyes.


    “Let’s go,” he said, pulling her gently by the hand as they walked home together. She finally opened up,


    admitting, “Someone’s watching me. Every day when I get off work, someone’s there. I’m not crazy,”


    she


    trembled.


    “I swear” she pleaded.


    “I know,” he replied. Her eyes widened. “You believe me?” she asked.


    “Yes,” he replied in a single word, his grip on her palm tightening.