Sara pretended to be asleep even as he lowered her on the bed. She didn't know if he knew she was faking it or not. But she knew if she continued staying awake, he was not going to fall asleep and he really needed to rest.

He gently tucked her into the big bed. Sara felt guilty for stressing him. He had carried her in his arms through the flight of stairs. She had wanted to not agree and 'wake up' but she couldn't. She liked it there. Listening to his heartbeat, feeling his warmth. She didn't want to let go of such an opportunity. Luck might not allow her enjoy that again.

"Sara" She heard him whisper.

She was beginning to think he had known she was awake the entire time, and was about to open her eyes when he spoke again. "I hope you don't avoid me tomorrow." It was always a step forward and two steps backward with Sara. Whenever he was beginning to feel she was coming around, things automatically goes back to square one.

With that said, he moved closer to her. Sara could feel his face just a few inch from hers, she could feel his warm breath on her face also. She was in a state of dilemma as she didn't know what to do in this situation. She felt even though he didn't know she had been faking sleep, with her current ragged breath and pounding heartbeat, she believed he must have caught on by now. Was he going to kiss her?

The answer came soon enough when she felt a light peck on her forehead and a gentle "Good night" Before he stood up and left the room.

When she was sure he was out, She opened her eyes and tried to control her ragged breath. How come he had such a strong effect on her? This night, she had almost humiliated herself by trying to kiss him again!

She remembered the sudden sexual tension in the sitting room earlier. When Muchen had noticed she wasn't still comfortable lying that way, he had gently settled her on top of him. Sara had been dumbstruck by that single act. What shocked her most was the fact that her entire resolve seemed useless whenever he was in front of her.

"Do you want a dimple?" She heard him ask in the sexiest tone she could ever imagine.

What followed next was a hiccup from her. They both knew there was an hidden meaning to that question–One, only the both of them knew about.

She didn't know when her gaze dropped to his mouth. She had wanted to do it. She would face the consequence later. But she wanted to have a taste, just a little taste. Muchen seemed to have understood what she was thinking about so he said softly "Your father....might kill me" He knew if he started, if they started, she might be receiving more than just a dimple. Maybe, something else in about nine to ten months from now.

Sara moved her gaze from his lips to his eyes. She saw it, something she had never seen before. He was holding back. She was glad he had enough self control because she wasn't sure she did.

He moved and tried to help her adjust, so she would move from on top of him to his side. And Sara could guess why. She had felt it earlier, poking at her thigh.

That was when the thought came in, to sleep. She had to run from all of these.

She sat up and wondered what was wrong with the room's temperature all of a sudden. It was too hot. She felt uncomfortable. Even her heart palpitation was there also.

As much as he didn't want to wash Sara's scent off of him, Muchen settled for a cold shower. It was the thing he needed to calm his nerves. Sara wasn't his yet. She was still withdrawing from him so he had to be careful always. He couldn't believe a woman was making him go insane like this. He had never really been interested in her body. He was interested in the person she was. But tonight, with her so close to him: almost naked, on his tee-shirt, even lying on top of him with that 'welcoming look', he knew he had to escape this temptation. He had promised Jianjun and Joreen that he was going to take care of Sara. He didn't want to do anything inappropriate especially now that she had a lot going on.

He was impressed by Sara's pretentious skill though. She still acted like they hadn't met 2 years ago. She had also hidden the hospital incident when he first asked her if she wanted a dimple.

The moment he stepped out of the bathroom in his bathrobe, he heard Minde's phone stop ringing. Before he got to where the phone was by the side of the bed, the phone started ringing again.

He recognised the number as Minde's house phone calling so he took it.

"Wow.. How did it go?" He heard Minde's cheerful voice ring out.

"How did what go?" Muchen asked. Feigning ignorance.

"Wait, is she there with you? Where are you both?"

Muchen lifted his free hand to scratch his forehead. How can a man be such a gossip?

"Sara is sleeping in the guest room" He answered plainly. He could heard the disbelief in Minde's gasp.

"But you did it?" Minde asked inquisitively.

"If what you mean is whether I ate dinner, the answer is yes"

Muchen heard him scoff. Minde seemed to have lost interest in the topic as he just went on to ask.

"You took down the video right?"

"I didn't."

"Do you think Mo Dexi did? I had no idea he was friends with Sara until I saw that picture. She looked stunning by the way" He complimented.

"She always looks stunning" Muchen corrected before adding "I'm not sure it was Mo Dexi. He would want to clear up issues since everyone's talking about the power struggle between them but I don't think he would take it down now. Do the findings" He instructed.

"How do you resolve the issue then?" Minde asked.

"I'll leave it to Sara. She's capable" And yes, be did believe she was.

"What? That's a bad idea. What if she kills one of them?" Minde asked in genuine worry.

There was a little silence before he heard Muchen say "Then, I'll get her the best lawyer to make sure she doesn't go to jail"