Once, my paranoid love

Summoning the courage, I finally spoke, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and vulnerability. “Lucy,” I began, “if Derek finds out about my past, I don’t think he will still accept me.”

Lucy regarded me with understanding, her gaze unwavering. It seemed she knew that I carried secrets and wounds that I had been reluctant to share. And while the enigmatic world we lived in was filled with complexity, it was also a place where genuine understanding and compassion could be found.

“Don’t worry, Elena,” Lucy reassured me, her voice gentle and soothing. “People can surprise you. And Derek strikes me as someone who cares deeply for you.”

Her words offered a glimmer of hope, and I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, I could find the strength to reveal the truths of my past to the man who had entered my life so unexpectedly.

Lucy’s hand gently patting my head provided a sense of reassurance in the midst of my inner turmoil. Her comforting touch was a reminder that I wasn’t alone in this enigmatic journey.

“Elena,” Lucy said, her voice soft and filled with warmth. “Derek isn’t a bad guy. He does have some issues, yes, especially after his mother’s passing. He can be fiercely protective, and he won’t hesitate to eliminate anyone who poses a threat to his loved ones. But I believe in you, Elena. I believe that you can change him because, after his mother, he loves you the most. I saw it that night, and I’ve seen it since. So, whatever your past holds, I don’t think he’ll be bothered by it.”

Love? The word echoed in my mind, and my heart wrestled with its meaning. Could I ever truly love Derek in return? The complexities of my past, the scars I carried, and the love I had once felt for someone else all clouded my ability to give my heart completely.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes briefly, allowing the weight of Lucy’s words to wash over me. She believed in the potential for love between Derek and me, despite the circumstances that had brought us together.

Lucy’s abrupt exclamation jolted me from my contemplation, and I was reminded of the enigmatic evening ahead. “Don’t be upset now, Elena,” she urged, a hint of urgency in her voice. “Derek will come at any moment, and he’ll blame me if he sees you sad.”

I understood the enigmatic nature of the situation and the need to maintain a positive facade for Derek’s sake. I couldn’t help but admire Lucy’s concern for both of us. Her enigmatic presence in my life had become a source of strength and support, a guiding light in this enigmatic journey.

Lucy’s expression turned sorrowful, and I could sense the weight of her enigmatic worries. It was clear that she cared deeply about the enigmatic dynamics between Derek and me, and she was determined to ensure that the evening proceeded smoothly.

Before I could respond, a knock on the door interrupted our conversation. A maid stood on the threshold, her presence a reminder that the preparations for the evening’s party were in full swing. **

As Anne made her way through the enigmatic mansion, her thoughts were consumed by the secrets and dilemmas that had arisen. The evening’s party, hosted by Derek, was fast approaching, and Anne was determined to keep her secrets hidden.

She stopped and questioned a maid, her tone laced with concern. “Did you give it to him?” she inquired, her voice barely above a whisper.

The maid nodded and replied, “Yes, Madam, he is sleeping now.” Her demeanor was calm and collected, as if administering a sleeping pill was just another task in the household.

“Alright,” Anne responded, her expression a mixture of relief and determination. She walked from there. Her decision to mix a sleeping pill into Paul’s juice had been made out of desperation and a desire to keep him away from the party, where truths might be revealed.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

However, a question from another maid caught her off guard. “Why did you lie?” the maid asked, her curiosity evident in her voice.

The response from the maid was delivered in a somewhat irritated manner. “What would I do in that situation?” she retorted. “He was sleeping when I entered. As a result, I left it. At the very least, Madam will think he drinks.”

**

[Derek’s mansion]

As the evening unfolded, the grand doors of the mansion swung open to welcome a steady stream of guests. Conversations flowed like a gentle river, and admiration for the opulent setting was expressed in hushed tones.

“This place is absolutely stunning,” one guest remarked, taking in the exquisite decorations and intricate details. “Mr. Houston certainly has impeccable taste.”

The guests couldn’t help but wonder about the identity of the woman at Derek’s side. “Who might the fortunate lady be?” One guest pondered, her curiosity piqued.

A young lady, her eyes fixed on Derek, joined the conversation. “I never expected him to be this handsome,” she admitted, her gaze lingering on him. “Mr. Houston, who’s only 24 years old and recently married, has kept to himself until now.”

Others in the room shared her sentiment. “Indeed,” one of them agreed. “He’s quite captivating. I can’t seem to take my eyes off him.”

As more guests arrived, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation and excitement. Derek’s party had quickly become the talk of the town, and everyone was eager to see what the evening would unfold in this elegant setting.

Amidst the chatter and excitement of the party, Obin approached him discreetly. He leaned in and whispered something in Derek’s ear, his expression serious.

“Boss, we have-” Obin began, his voice low and confidential.