I mulled over Danielle’s excessive closeness to Han, which was atypical for siblings, and Han’s obliviousness in matters of the heart.


    The more I pondered, the more annoyed I felt.


    It seemed Han was the only one who couldn’t discern Danielle’s true feelings towards him.


    This was precisely why I felt at a loss with Han.


    If Han and I continued together under these


    circumstances, Danielle’s affection for him would surely breed anger and jealousy.


    She would likely resort to malevolent acts to sabotage our rtionship.


    As time passed, no matter how close we were, fractures in our bond seemed inevitable.


    Moreover, I didn’t want a third party involved in our rtionship.


    Danielle’s presence consistently made me uneasy.


    However, I couldn’t bepletely open with Han about these feelings because I didn’t want to put him in a tough spot.


    After all, it wouldn’t be right to push poor Danielle away just for the sake of our love, would it?


    Danielle was Han’s colleague’s sibling who had already endured much.


    If I pushed Danielle away, I’d feel guilty, and I knew Han wouldn’t consent.


    What was I to do?


    Worry washed over me, prompting a sigh.


    Danielle felt like a persistent blemish on the rtionship between Han and me.


    Touching upon it only made it itch, a difort that seemed evesting.


    But was I truly ready to relinquish Han over this?


    My steps grew increasingly heavy.


    This moment felt like a pivotal juncture in my life.


    I faced a choice: abandon the man I cared for or continue with him through strife.


    Dying a decision wasn’t the solution.


    Lost in my thoughts and spections, I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder.


    “Who’s there?”


    Out of habit from my police days, I was instantly on alert.


    My hand instinctively went up, ready to execute a suplex on the person behind me.


    But then, a familiar voice halted me.


    “It’s me, Zoe.


    ”


    The voice was calm and assertive, tinged with a hint of excitement.


    It was Han.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    My hand stopped mid-air.


    My emotions wereplex.


    Often, when I considered ending the rtionship, a persistent voice haunted my thoughts and dreams.