Chapter 311: [Anouk and Malik 2]
Malik’s office was still the same as it had been in the Capital. Orderly, sparse designs, with dark furniture chosen to naturally complement the building’s darkly weathered wood finish. Minimal decorations are saved for small bits of porcelain tucked here and there on shelves, tastefully spaced among rows and rows of neatly organised textbooks, reference books, and literature on every aspect of psychology.
Yet touches of green brightened the room, with delicate hanging basket planters suspended from the ceiling, overflowing with dangling, fragile tendrils of honeysuckle vines.
The honeysuckles were blooming now, even at this time of year—and their soft, alluring fragrance subtly wafted through the room, their curling petals and long stamens nearly dripping with it.
Malik took a small water bottle and sprayed some liquid, his long, graceful fingers touching it so gently. Anouk wanted those fingers to touch him too, to stroke his hair gently or pin him down. Anything.
"They are growing so well, aren’t they?"
Malik spoke gently and turned to smile at him, "I’m truly honoured to host the Deputy Commander in my office. You have not been here before, right?"
As he said those words, his face shifted to the clock above the entrance door and back to Anouk.
Anouk bit his lips. He knew about the camera, of course, he knew. There was nothing Malik didn’t know. At times it was like there was nothing he could hide from him.
He probably, no he most definitely knew about the woman, the hug and the baths. Anouk was truly done for.
He tried to defend himself but no words left his mouth. Malik was an enigma even in his best days but Anouk was confident that he was the one who understood him the most. At least in this world.