Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 65: He Looks Even More Handsome

Chapter 65: He Looks Even More Handsome

Mira began to scroll through the iPad, each design more stunning than the last. Every swipe revealed beautifully crafted patterns, showcasing intricate details that seemed almost too good to be real. She found herself drawn in, her eyes admiring the effort and creativity poured into every design. But one particular pattern stood out, catching her attention with its elegant sophistication. It was unlike anything she had seen before, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from it.

She paused, captivated by the design, her fingers hovering over the screen as if the decision to stop and admire it was entirely out of her control.

Zamian, sitting quietly beside her, noticed the change in her expression. He leaned in slightly, his voice calm but curious as he asked, "Do you like it?"

Mira glanced up, startled by his question. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t realized how much time had passed. Nodding slightly, she responded, "Yes... It’s beautiful."

Just as Mira was about to contemplate the design further, one of the ladies assisting them stepped forward with a warm smile. She took the iPad from Mira, her movements graceful and efficient. "Wow! You really have good taste, Mrs. Mira. This is wonderful," the woman said, her admiration clear in her voice.

The other assistant nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning the design with approval. "Absolutely," she added, before both women bowed their heads respectfully. "Thank you very much for working with us, Mr. Zamian and Mrs. Mira," they said in unison, their tone polite and professional.

Mira smiled faintly, her mind still on the design she had chosen. The assistants left, and as the door quietly closed behind them, a blanket of silence fell over the room. The atmosphere shifted, growing still and calm, almost unnervingly so.

Mira opened her mouth, intending to say something, but quickly closed it again. Her thoughts were scattered, unsure of how to express the myriad of emotions swirling inside her. Her hesitation didn’t go unnoticed.

"If you want to say something, then speak. Talk to me," Zamian said, his voice steady but firm as he observed her closely.

The directness of his words made Mira’s heart race. She hadn’t been prepared for him to call her out so calmly, and now, with his gaze fixed on her, it felt even harder to speak. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before finally blurting out, "A new, um, movie came out... It’s one of my favorite, um, actors. I would like to, um, go watch it."

Zamian raised an eyebrow, intrigued. His expression softened slightly, though his intense gaze remained fixed on her. "Then we could go," he said, his tone casual, as though it was the most obvious solution.

Mira blinked, surprised. She had half-expected him to brush off her request, given that she was still recovering from the events of the previous day. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that he would agree, let alone offer to join her. She glanced away, feeling a bit off-balance by his response.

As she spoke, Mira could feel the weight of Zamian’s gaze pressing down on her, his eyes sharp and focused. It made her feel exposed, as if every thought she had was laid bare for him to see. The intensity was unnerving, and she found herself stumbling over her words again.

"Um, yeah... It’s in two hours. I was thinking we should go early to save a better spot," she added, her voice growing quieter with each word. Her fingers twisted in her lap nervously, and she looked away, trying to hide the heat rising to her cheeks.

Zamian didn’t immediately respond. Instead, he pulled out his phone, his fingers gliding over the screen as he typed something. After a moment, he glanced back at her and stood. "We’ll go after breakfast."

Mira nodded, her heart still racing from their brief exchange. She watched him for a moment, unsure of how to feel. Zamian was a difficult man to read, his actions and words never quite aligning with what she expected. She sighed inwardly as she followed him, grateful for the brief reprieve the conversation had given her, but also wary of what lay ahead.

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Inside the car, Mira sat beside Zamian as the vehicle sped down the road. The gentle hum of the engine filled the silence between them. She was quiet, her thoughts entirely consumed by the anticipation of the movie. The release of Love In My Eyes had caused a buzz, and she could hardly contain her excitement. It had been so long since she had last watched a movie starring Jake Whitehim—her absolute favorite actor.

She could still remember the last time she saw one of his films, back when he was only 16 years old. Since then, Jake had stepped away from the limelight, disappearing from the industry for reasons that had never been made public. His absence had left a void in her movie-watching experience, so the news of his return had thrilled her more than she cared to admit.

Ten years had passed since then, and now, Jake Whitehim was back, his name plastered across every corner of the internet as his fans celebrated his long-awaited return. It was no surprise that the theaters were expected to be packed. Mira knew that if they didn’t arrive early, finding a good seat would be nearly impossible.

As she gazed out the window, her mind wandered. She couldn’t help but wonder how Jake looked now. She had last seen him as a teenager, still growing into himself. How had he changed? Was he still as charming and talented as she remembered? The thought made her heart race with excitement.

She smiled softly to herself, imagining him on the big screen, his familiar face matured and sharpened with age. The idea of watching him perform again filled her with a sense of nostalgia, a reminder of the carefree days when she would watch his movies on repeat.

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The car finally came to a smooth stop in front of a massive cinema theater. Mira blinked in surprise as she looked around. There were only a few cars parked nearby, and the entrance was oddly quiet. She had expected a bustling crowd of fans, given how popular the movie was supposed to be.

Stepping out of the car, she followed Zamian as they walked toward the entrance. The quietness of the place was unsettling, making her second-guess whether they were at the right location.

The theater was even more peculiar once they entered. The staff greeted them with professional smiles before leading them to an elevator. Mira bit her lower lip, feeling an odd sense of anticipation building inside her. The silence around them only heightened her unease. Was this some kind of private showing? She didn’t dare ask Zamian yet, but the idea lingered in her mind.

The elevator doors opened, and they stepped out into a long, empty hallway. A large, imposing door stood at the end, far grander than she had expected for a movie theater. When they approached, a tall man handed them a sleek black ticket, his face expressionless as if this were a routine gesture.

Mira accepted the ticket, her brow furrowed in confusion. There was still no one else around, and as they passed through the doors, she began to wonder if they had come to the wrong place. The air was too still, the space too empty.

But as they entered, she was greeted with a luxurious surprise. Instead of rows of traditional theater seats, there was a massive screen in front of a plush, comfortable sofa. A long glass table stretched in front of the sofa, lined with various popcorn flavors and drinks. It was the most extravagant theater setup she had ever seen.

Mira stopped in her tracks, her mind racing with questions. She turned to Zamian, confusion evident on her face. "I’m sure this isn’t the right place," she whispered, her voice filled with uncertainty.

Zamian’s expression didn’t change. He gave her a calm look, his tone as composed as ever. "It is. I booked this for us."

Mira’s jaw dropped, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You booked the whole place... just for a one-hour movie?"

A small smirk tugged at the corners of Zamian’s lips, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Why not? We’ll have the entire theater to ourselves."

Mira could hardly believe it. She turned back to the screen, her mind spinning with disbelief. "Gosh, it looks like he doesn’t know what to do with his money anymore," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head as she took a seat on the sofa.

The lights dimmed, casting a soft glow over the room before fading completely. The screen flickered to life, displaying the movie’s background image—Jake Whitehim standing tall, his eyes locked on a woman who was holding up her hand, displaying a sparkling engagement ring for the photographers. Flashbulbs went off in rapid succession, the media capturing every moment.

Mira’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the screen. There was something strangely familiar about the scene, but she couldn’t quite place it. Her gaze, however, remained fixated on Jake Whitehim. He looked even more handsome than she remembered, his features sharper and more defined.

"He looks so handsome," Mira muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, growing heavier as Zamian, who had been silently observing her, finally spoke. His voice was low, almost intimidating. "Oh, really?"

Mira froze, her heart skipping a beat at the darkness in his tone. She glanced at him quickly, unsure of how to respond.