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.

thoughts, the

steering wheel tightly

while, she seemed to regain control of her

her seatbelt and stepped

Raphael and asked, “What

and looked down to take

meet hers, a hint of

stared at the mansion and said, “I was very young when I first came here, and the

break up and that

saying you want to marry because you’re

It isn’t wrong, really.

But…”

Raphael’s gaze deepened.

say that if he had known the truth, how could she assume he wouldn’t still choose

she make

But he didn’t continue.

were no ‘ifs’ in

shaped by

hers long ago, and now it was

morning mist,

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