Taming The Cold-Hearted Man

Chapter 5

Revan didn’t take Larisa anywhere else but directly to the house. During the drive, they remained silent and indifferent, as usual. However, Larisa had made up her mind to stay calm no matter what happened.

Upon arriving at the house, Larisa got out first since she had already unbuckled her seatbelt by the time they entered the yard. It didn’t take long before Revan followed her out.

“Take a shower and bring your things downstairs,” Revan said as he entered the house.

Larisa quickly ran up the stairs while Revan turned toward the kitchen. The thirst he had been holding back made his throat feel unbearably dry.

“Are you really going to move out?” Tamara approached Revan.

The sound of water slowly entering the glass was clear as Revan took a drink. He then placed the glass down before turning to face his mother.

“Do you think I’m joking?” he said.

Tamara clicked her tongue and pulled out a chair, sitting down. Her face showed signs of restlessness and unease. Revan, knowing his mother’s thoughts, clicked his tongue in response and turned his back to her.

“Wait, Re,” Tamara called out.

Revan turned with an unwilling look. “What now, Mom?”

Tamara gazed at him with a pleading look, hoping he would listen to her advice this time. “Re, I don’t want you to keep ignoring Larisa. She doesn’t know anything.”

Revan turned away again, ignoring her words. Tamara could only sigh as she watched her son’s back grow distant.

When Revan reached the second floor, Larisa was already standing in front of the door with two large suitcases beside her. Larisa froze when she saw Revan coming.

“Call the servants. Have them carry the bags,” Revan ordered.

Larisa gripped the handles of the suitcase and quickly moved aside to let Revan in. Once he entered and the door closed, Larisa hurriedly went downstairs.

“Hey, Mom,” Larisa bumped into her mother-in-law, who was about to go upstairs.

“Ready?” Tamara asked.

Larisa nodded.

“Mun! Help carry the suitcases!” Tamara shouted. The sharpness in her voice made Larisa flinch, startled.

Not long after that, Mun arrived with two other servants. They had already been informed that today Revan was moving out.

“Let’s wait outside,” Tamara suggested. Larisa complied.

The two of them stood by the car, waiting for the luggage to arrive. They hadn’t been standing there for long before headlights flashed, making them both turn in unison. Pras arrived just before Revan and Larisa were about to leave.

“Are you leaving already?” Pras asked after getting out of the car.

Tamara quickly approached him, taking his suit and work bag. “Yes, almost,” she replied.

From the living room door, three servants appeared, carrying large suitcases along with a few boxes filled with Larisa and Revan’s belongings. Behind them, Revan followed, carrying a fur coat over his arm, while talking on the phone.

“Who was that, Re?” Tamara asked.

Revan lowered his hand and tucked his phone into his pocket. “A friend,” he replied.

Larisa felt curious because Revan’s expression seemed serious when he was on the phone earlier, but it was no use. She knew she wouldn’t find out, so she chose to pretend she wasn’t interested and helped the servants instead.

“Come here.” Suddenly, Pras pulled Revan aside slightly, away from the others.

He let go of his arm and gave Revan a strong pat on the back. “I don’t know why you’re so indifferent toward Larisa. Regarding your sister, that’s not a valid reason. All I know is I don’t want you to push Larisa away just to hurt her.”

“Hm.” That was all that came from Revan’s mouth. “Is that all?” he added.

Pras truly didn’t understand what was going through his son’s mind. For over ten years, Revan had ignored Larisa just because she had received a cornea donation from Sely, his late sister. It seemed utterly illogical for Revan to resent Larisa for something like that.

“Why, dear?” whispered Tamara as Pras returned.

“It’s nothing.”

In front of them, Larisa had already entered the car first, followed by Revan, who sat in the front seat.

Tamara approached Larisa as she rolled down the window. “Be careful, dear.”

Larisa smiled. “I will, Mom. You and Dad stay healthy at home.”

Slowly, the car window rolled up, and Larisa disappeared from view. The car began to move, and Tamara could only wave her hand while wrapping her arm around her husband’s waist.

“Dear,” Tamara called as she pulled on her husband’s shirt. “Do you think Larisa will be okay?”

Pras clicked his tongue and wrapped his arm around her, guiding her into the house. “Don’t worry. They’ll be fine.”

“But I’m not sure about Revan, dear.”

“I know. But I’m sure Larisa will handle it.”

“I hope so.”

Meanwhile, in the car, the atmosphere was silent. The quiet of the night outside added to the feeling that the car was almost empty. Revan kept his focus on driving, while Larisa stared out the window, gazing at the streetlights and passing cars.

Larisa wasn’t too worried about what would happen once they reached the apartment. Although they would be living alone, she believed Revan wouldn’t hurt her. Sure, Revan might be indifferent and stern, but physical violence had never been a part of their relationship. What she was more concerned about was the sexy woman she had met at the cafe earlier that day.

“They’re still together. What can I do?” Larisa thought to herself.

Larisa lifted her head from the window, sitting up straighter. Quietly but surely, she glanced at Revan, who was so serious while driving. He was very handsome, his face flawless with no blemishes or acne scars. Larisa noticed a small mole on the left side of his chin. It wasn’t too big, but it would be noticeable up close.

“I really admire him, but why is he so hard to approach?” Larisa turned her gaze back to the road.

“Give me time,” Revan said suddenly.

Larisa turned her head sharply, her lips slightly parted. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“It’s nothing,” Revan replied, going back to being indifferent.

Larisa sighed and turned away.

“I wonder how someone can be as cold as him,” Larisa muttered.

“What did you say?” Revan asked.

“Oh, nothing. I didn’t say anything,” Larisa quickly replied.

“Pfft, he thinks I didn’t hear,” Revan thought.

An hour later, they arrived at a tall building, which was clearly a luxury apartment. Judging by its exterior, it was obvious that the owners of this place were wealthy celebrities.

“Open the trunk!” Revan quickly commanded.

Larisa nodded and rushed to the back of the car.

“Can you help me?” Larisa asked.

Revan remained casually standing. “Just take all the things out first.”

After saying that, Revan walked a few steps and was seen talking on the phone. Ugh! Larisa didn’t care and wouldn’t bother asking. She was already frustrated with the large suitcases that she would likely have to carry to the apartment.