A cold breeze swept through.

The wind snapped him out of his reverie and scattered his intense feelings.

Raphael, what are you up to? He thought.

He stepped back and leaned against his black Land Rover in frustration.

His hands shaking, he pulled out a cigarette pack, hoping to smoke and calm his nerves.

Just then, the gates of Evans Gardon swung open and a white Maserati rolled out.

It had to be Olivia.

Olivia had arrived in Czanch the night before.

She planned to buy gifts for her family members here she hadn’t seen for a while, so she left early in the morning.

As her car exited the gates, she noticed Raphael and his car.

Dressed in a black suit, he leaned against the vehicle, smoking quietly.

Olivia’s eyes stung as she gazed at him.

her thoughts, the

steering wheel tightly

a while, she seemed to regain control of

seatbelt and stepped

and asked, “What

looked down to take

to meet hers, a hint of

“I was very young when I first came here,

you said you wanted to break up and that you

you want to marry because you’re expected to at

It isn’t wrong, really.

But…”

Raphael’s gaze deepened.

if he had known the truth, how could she assume he

make

But he didn’t continue.

were no

was shaped by

ago,

in the morning mist, dr@ped

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