World After Worlds
Chapter 345 - 345: § HOSTILITY §

Yanarym blinked her eyes and shook her head to answer his question. Matteo pursed his lips and lifted his body, he pulled her along with him to sit as well.

Matteo's mind had a simple function when it would concern Yanarym. He knew from the very start she would fall in love with someone else, that person would be the one who would cause her tragic fate. When the time comes, he will do all he can to prevent her from getting in too much pain, since he cannot do anything to stop what was destined for her. At least he could make it less painful.

Aside from that, he had another intention of staying by her side. He experienced it once, Matteo thought it was hard to forget about what happened to them but he could try. However, here he was satiating his greed to be with her. He was often jealous and dramatic, that was because she had given him the privilege to indulge her. He never had anticipated or pictured that they would end up in today's situation.

Although he knew that she was just pretending to be in love with the two humans, he still felt jealous. He was jealous of anything that could take away her attention from him. The fact that he knew she was not in love with anyone but he was still jealous of a phantom person, he thought he was starting to get unreasonable.

"Hey~" he heard her say, "Why are you sulking again? You are getting worse, do you know that? You sulk every time you have the chance." She knelt on the bed and went behind him to wrap her thin arms around his chest. The warmth of her body on his back, and her chin resting on his shoulder, with her cheeks leaning on his neck, her breath, and soft voice in his ear, soothes his desolate mood.

"I'm not sulking." She peeked at his face and he heard her giggles before pinching his cheeks.

"You are pouting, are you being cute?" Matteo frowned but there was a smile on his eyes.

"You're calling me cute?" She was about to let go of embracing him when he held on to her forearms to make her stay in their position.

"You don't like it?" He did not answer and looked away. "Teo?" His ears were blushing, Yanarym bit her lips to hide her teasing smile.

"We should leave now, so we can return tomorrow." In a matter of seconds, she was placed in his arms and now was currently being carried to the bathroom's door. Yanarym hangs on his neck.

"Where are we going?"

"Where do you want to go?" He reached out for the knob and stopped for a second to look at her. Yanarym stared at the door and thought of someplace and accidentally landed her sight on the vase of dandelions on her study table.

"What about a dandelion field?" She smiled at him. Matteo nodded and twisted the doorknob. They were greeted by the fresh breeze of the flower field and the spectacle of yellow and white with a green horizon.

Like that dream… they were here before.

No. The original and Matteo were here before.

"It's beautiful here." She muttered to herself and felt Matteo's body stiffen. "Can you put me down?"

The musky floral scent was not overwhelming, and the scent of fresh dirt was refreshing as well. The blue sky with many white clouds prevented the sun from scorching her pale skin. She tagged Matteo's clothes and he willingly let her down. Her bare foot touched the grass, it was soft, a little ticklish.

She saw not from afar that the yellow petals had grown in a round rosette form, hugging the ground around a central base from which flower stems eventually develop. She had a sudden urge to run there and blow those petals into the air.

Matteo was staring at her, he stared at her dazzling smile that admired this place. When she was smaller, they were always at this place… she dreamt about this too. This was the reason why she was crying after the first time they made love. Her eyes sparkled with adoration to the surrounding, and there was also a gleam of familiarity. She forgot about everything when she was young, of course, other than that dream, she cannot recall all of the memories she had with him here. Thinking about those memories, Matteo was melancholy. However, his desolation was quickly replaced with anxiousness seeing her take a further step away from him.

In his vision, she seemed to be fading with the yellow petals that were dancing with the wind. That feeling of her leaving him behind suddenly…

"Rym," Matteo held out her wrist and pulled her back near him. Yanarym looked at him and saw a complicated expression plastered all over his face. "Where are you going?" She raised her eyebrows in confusion.

Matteo's fingers did not loosen, her hair was being blown by the wind, and the scent of flowers was invading his nostrils. They felt like it belonged to her. In the background, she was looking so ethereal.

She stared at him intently—maybe because he was acting oddly. The expression she was making was displaying an obvious question for him. Where could she go?

"To the white side." Nevertheless, she answered his query and pointed to the white side of the field. "I think it looks fluffy there, don't you think so too?" She smiled, not mentioning his peculiarity.

"You're not wearing slippers. Don't run barefooted, you'll get bruised." He moved his hand and without permission, he made her float and wrapped his arms around her body to carry her like a princess towards the direction she pointed.

"The grass is soft."

"It doesn't matter, your skin is thin, and you'll be bruised easily." He said in a low but firm tone.

"You're exaggerating, I'm not that weak. Stop treating me as if I am so fragile." She laughed at him and pinched his cheeks again. Matteo did not give any reaction that she was adoring him. In contrast, he yearned to be loved by her. Because he was holding her with great care, she did not bother to secure herself by holding him back, like hugging his neck. Her hands were sitting on her stomach as if she was laying on a hammock.

Matteo would look at her every five steps he would take. She was looking ahead of them, not sparing him a glance. As she patiently waited for them to reach where she wanted to be, he deliberately walked slower. He did not want to think about anything else at this moment, particularly the pessimistic ones.

Because of the silence and his presence, Yanarym was starting to think about Matteo again.

Yanarym shifted her eyes to Matteo when she felt his gloomy mood. She loosened the smile on her lips and looked at him with a serious expression. She lost count on how many times she had thought of it but Matteo was very complicated. His existence, his role, her connection with him, and their interaction… It was strange. She was not sure how to deal with this.

She cannot specifically say what was between them but for certainty, she knew Matteo was no longer a danger to her. However, as she said, it was complicated. And because of that, it was hard to make a move on him. She cannot take any action when she is not certain of the outcome.

She was aware of how weird she was when they were together. Matte was not oblivious of her odd characteristic when it comes to him, in fact, he was tolerating everything.

There was hostility and there was fondness, the original inside her was very complicated too. Actually, it was not that complex… more of, she could say it was a mystery. She needed some clues about the past to conclude her thoughts but for the past months with Matteo, there were no other clues other than that single dream. If she found out everything, maybe this complicated matter would not be as hard to deal with.

She crossed her brows, an annoying sentiment struck her nerves. Here it goes again, where she felt so annoyed with him but clearly she adored him… What's wrong with me? Yanarym hid the emotions that were filling her eyes and turned to look at the field of flowers.

He was not even part of the task but he was occupying her time and mind. The revenge was exclusive for Kraig and Lyndon, so why did it seem as if he was begging to be included on her list? She blinked her eyes and subsided the hostility she had for Matteo.

Why does it feel like Matteo was an enemy sometimes?

Wait.

Matteo was Azkin's older brother. The legend says, back in heaven, they were inseparable. If Tiana is the real Azkin and the original was the main antagonist, could the original be that girl… who ate Azkin? An enemy's ally is an enemy as well…

"Oh." Without knowing Yanarym made a sound. She could not conceal her expression.