Snuggling into his warmth, a small arm was wrapped around his neck, making him sigh in relief that she was still sleeping. He made sure that his daughter wouldn't wake up, so he slowly scooped her into his arms and kissed her forehead. Admiring his naughty daughter, he slowly tried to remove her hand from his neck.

The individual had an early meeting regarding the construction of his new restaurant. This meeting required a two-hour drive due to the location being quite far. In order to allow the person to attend the meeting, he gently removed a sleeping Amayra's arm from his neck and patted her head, encouraging her to continue sleeping. He swiftly got out of bed, but the child, Amayra, sensed his movement and groggily followed him into the bathroom. Upon turning to lock the door, he was startled to see his daughter already standing there, rubbing her eyes. He inwardly expressed a whine and questioned why she had woken up so early. He mumbled his thoughts and then crouched down to pick her up in his arms.

"Were you attempting to sneak out, daddy?" she inquired, her voice filled with drowsiness. "Of course not, how could I ever try to leave my beloved daughter?" he responded, rolling his eyes. Amayra glared at him, causing him to once again roll his eyes. This made her smirk mischievously, and she playfully poked her little fingers into her father's eyes, causing him to whine. "Do not roll your eyes at me, daddy," she said with such an attitude that it left him speechless.

"What will you gain by staying awake?" he asked, groaning. "Daddy!" she exclaimed with enthusiasm. "I have a meeting, and I will return before you wake up, alright? Now, please go to sleep," he said, soothing her with a lullaby.

"Daddy, can I tag along? Pretty please, I promise I won't be a bother, pleeease!" she pleaded, causing Barq to fake cry. "Babe, it's not a kid-friendly place," he explained, hoping she would understand. "Well then, you shouldn't go either!" she retorted, puffing out her cheeks. "But daddy has some important stuff to do," he reasoned. However, she didn't get it and continued whining to go with him. He did his best to calm her down, but little did he know she was incredibly stubborn.

Barq let out a sigh and gently carried her in his arms, taking her to the bathroom. She emitted a delighted squeal and bestowed a kiss upon his cheek. Placing her on the floor, he ensured her tiny feet were adorned with slippers and handed her a diminutive toothbrush. He proceeded to brush his own teeth alongside her. She adored the act of brushing, relishing the taste of toothpaste, much to Barq's disapproval.

Efficiently, he proceeded to bathe her, wrapping a towel around her small frame, eliciting giggles from her. "Daddy, hold on," she interjected as he dried her hair. "What is it now, my princess?" he inquired, his brow furrowing. "Allow me to consult the mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?" she posed, placing her hands on her hips.

Barq couldn't suppress a chuckle, finding himself unable to resist. "Why do you exhibit such exaggerated behavior?" he inquires, causing her to shrug nonchalantly. "It's one of the advantages of being your daughter," she replies, flashing a confident smile that matches his own. Barq is taken aback, unable to contain his astonishment.

Meanwhile, in a location somewhere in the western region, a grand mansion stands tall. This massive, meticulously designed residence is guarded by scattered bodyguards armed with loaded firearms, prepared for any potential threat. In the midst of this, a black range rover comes to a halt in front of the imposing mansion. A muscular man, wearing dark sunglasses, steps out of the vehicle. He is neither old nor too young, somewhere in his twenties or thirties. He gracefully exits the car and opens the door for a young woman with thick, curly hair.

The girl blushed as he extended his hand towards her, seeking her assistance. Blushing, she placed her hand delicately in his palm, and together they proceeded inside. He observed her side profile with admiration, considering her the most exquisite person he had ever encountered. As they made their way indoors, the girl swiftly made her way to a room, with her man following closely behind, wearing a smirk. Upon entering the room, he securely locked the door, causing the woman to blush and become bashful.

"Come on, my dear, you are behaving as if I have never seen you unclothed," he remarked as he unfastened his shirt. The girl blushed and chuckled, gradually removing her coat.

As he approaches her with predatory intent, the young woman swiftly takes action by kissing his lips. He responds to the kiss with fervor and desire. He had been eagerly anticipating this moment. He firmly grasps the back of her neck and deepens the kiss.

Soon, both individuals become fully engrossed in their passionate and intense encounter. After concluding their intimate connection, the woman carefully wraps herself in the duvet for security. A slight frown appears on her face, as her partner is already fast asleep after their encounter. This is a recurring pattern for him. It is not that he fails to satisfy her, but rather that he leaves her once his own satisfaction is achieved.

Her gaze shifted towards the used protection that he had carelessly discarded near the bin. A surge of anger consumed her. Unable to contain her emotions, she shook him awake and confronted him with a furious tone, "Did you just use protection?" Her words caught him off guard, instantly rousing him from his slumber. He sat up abruptly, attempting to caress her cheek and offer an explanation from his perspective, but either he couldn't find the words or he simply didn't want to. The girl stared at him with tear-filled eyes, her voice trembling as she whispered, "I want a baby. Our baby." Her plea escaped her lips as a whimper. The man looked at her with pleading eyes, resembling that of a puppy. "We will have our baby soon," he assured her, gently cupping her cheeks. Tears streamed down her face as she spoke, "I love you. That's why I have sacrificed everything for you, even..."

"Hush. Do not dare utter another word," he warned her in a commanding tone. She sniffled, feeling utterly helpless as she resigned herself to her fate. Fate had never been on her side, always presenting her with immense challenges to overcome and a difficult path to earn a living. However, when she crossed paths with him, it became even more arduous for her to find peace. Her deepest desire was to become a mother. It wasn't as if she hadn't tried to explain this to him, but the truth was that her partner never truly understood her. He was too consumed by his own world, driven by a thirst for revenge.

She helplessly lay down as he stood up to get dressed. Many tears rolled down her eyes. Moments later, she heard him say, "Shall I drop you back at your apartment?" He asked softly, turning back to her naked form. She remained silent, displaying her anger towards him. He sighed and kissed the crown of her forehead.

Meanwhile, Noya woke up promptly at 6 o'clock in the morning. She was pleased that she had woken up early, as she was alone in the apartment. While preparing breakfast for herself and her best friend, she danced and checked the time. Pouting, she muttered to herself, "she should have come by now"

Meanwhile, as the bell rang, grumpy Nora stood there with two large bags in her possession. Noya, filled with joy, immediately embraced Nora as soon as she unlocked the door. Nora, in a complaining tone, expressed, "Please, at least allow me to enter!" Her words caused Noya to burst into giggles. Noya bombarded Nora with questions, asking, "What did Aunt Hena say? Is she doing well?" This barrage of inquiries caused Nora to glare at her. "She is doing well, and she even prepared her famous cookies, which happen to be your favorite. Here," Nora stated, causing Noya to squeal with delight.

"Oh, I absolutely adore this!" Noya exclaimed with great excitement. Nora, meanwhile, let out a giggle as her phone began to ring. Nora stared at the unfamiliar number displayed on her phone. Noya playfully wiggled her eyebrows at Nora and said, "You should answer it." This statement encouraged Nora to do so.

"Good morning, Sir. Of course, alright. Alright," Nora said as she chewed down the cookies. "Who was it?" Noya asked with great enthusiasm. "Not my husband, though. Relax, it was the HR department. They want us to be there in ten minutes. The boss has a meeting, and after that, we will be assigned some tasks," Nora revealed, causing Noya to nod her head in understanding.

"Fine, let's get ready," Noya said, dragging her best friend along. Nora shook her head at Noya's antics. "Calm down, Noya. Why are you so desperate? Don't you have to go meet the boss too often?" Nora asked, wiggling her eyebrows. Noya rolled her eyes. "No way, it's just that I am dedicated to my work!" Noya replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Is that so?" Nora questioned. Noya nodded her head in agreement.

Nora nodded in agreement and promptly prepared herself, all the while listening to Noya's incessant chatter about her recent embarrassing encounter with Barq. "I believe you will eventually end up with him," Nora commented with a smile. Noya blushed intensely and responded, "I am uncertain, but I find myself more drawn to his daughter than him! She is absolutely adorable, aren't children just incredibly endearing? She possess the ability to silence their father!" Noya giggled, causing Nora to become tense at her words.

Nora asked how old the Amayra was, just as Noya's taxi pulled up. Without wasting any time, they quickly got out of the taxi with their stuff. As they tried to haggle for a cheaper fare, their conversation came to an end.

Upon arrival at their destination, they promptly settled the taxi fare and proceeded to enter the opulent establishment. Upon entering, they were promptly assigned arduous tasks. Noya, displaying unwavering resolve, exhaled deeply, determined to execute the work diligently, devoid of any further disorder or errors.

She diligently attended to the tasks assigned to her, skillfully preparing the two dishes with limited knowledge. The assignment involved the preparation of Thai soup, a challenging endeavor. Unfortunately, her kitchen slab was excessively dirty due to her mishandling of ingredients. Frustrated and exasperated, she reached out to retrieve a spoon, causing the bowl to slip from the tray she was holding, resulting in the ruin of her entire outfit, including her apron.

While present at the location, Barq has just arrived in front of his restaurant following a meeting that can only be described as a manipulative conversation. He is filled with extreme anger towards the discussion he had with the boards of directors. They displayed a lack of willingness to invest in his visionary project, instead expressing a desire to maintain control over the establishment and construct a large-scale wine factory. This proposed factory not only poses a threat to the environment but also to future generations.

Barq strongly opposes this notion. His ability to focus on anything else is hindered by the fact that the contract is on the verge of slipping through his fingers. Additionally, his closest friend is absent, and Barq finds himself in dire need of their support. Meanwhile, Amayra remains engrossed in her tablet, as Barq allows her to remain in her comfort zone in order to contemplate a strategy to secure the contract in his favor.

Upon parking his car, he gracefully exits and lifts Amayra into his arms, proceeding to enter his opulent restaurant. Amayra, feeling both bored and fatigued, observes her father's intense and irate demeanor, choosing to remain silent. As they step into his exclusive elevator, Amayra's attention is drawn to Noya, who is hastily making her way towards the parking area with tear-filled eyes. "Daddy, look over there!" she exclaims, just as the elevator doors close. Lost in his own thoughts, Barq simply pats her head, urging her to be quiet.

"Daddy, something happened," she insists, turning to face her father. "What happened, my love?" he inquires, gently stroking her hair.

"Miss Beautiful was crying," she replies sadly. Barq cannot help but feel a strong desire to understand the reason behind her tears. "Daddy, she's crying!" the young child whines, causing him to sigh. "Alright, let's go to my office and we can call her from there, alright?" he suggests, lacking the energy to argue with his daughter.

He was mentally disturbed.

As soon as he arrived at his cabin, Amayra promptly contacted the peon and requested him to call Miss Beautiful. Barq settled into his chair, squinting at his daughter. He was already exhausted and unable to handle any unnecessary drama at the moment. "You see, amor, I am already fatigued," he expressed.

"I will inquire about her, neither am I asking you to inquire about her or anything, Dad!" she retorted, rolling her eyes. He sighed and immersed himself in his work. A few moments later, Noya knocked on the door, seeking permission to enter. She cautiously peered into his cabin, appearing embarrassed. She hesitantly stepped inside and delicately placed the white envelope on his desk, capturing his attention.

She dared not gaze at his effortlessly attractive appearance, fearing that she would once again embarrass herself. Observing her timid demeanor and the prominent stain on her attire, he examined her face. She avoided eye contact, focusing her gaze on the floor. Her eyes appeared red and swollen; he was certain she had been crying. He directed his attention towards her letter and inquired in his gruffest voice, "What is this?"

Upon hearing his words, she trembled. "It is my resignation letter," she replied, sniffling. He rolled his eyes, while amor gasped. "And you believe you can depart so easily?" he exclaimed with pure rage, causing her to snap her head towards him. The words conveyed controlling.

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