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.

could gather her thoughts, the white Maserati came to

the steering wheel tightly

to regain control of her

unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of

and asked,

his cigarette and looked down to

hers, a hint of coldness flickered in his

mansion and said, “I was very young when I first came here, and the memories are

said you wanted to break up and that you were

marry because you’re expected to at

It isn’t wrong, really.

But…”

Raphael’s gaze deepened.

known the truth, how could she

she make that decision

But he didn’t continue.

no ‘ifs’

shaped by

ago, and now it

stood in the morning mist, dr@ped in a

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