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 white Maserati came to a

wheel tightly and

while, she seemed to regain control of

unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of

asked, “What are you doing

looked down to take one

meet hers, a hint of coldness flickered in

very young when I first came

wanted to break up

you want to marry

It isn’t wrong, really.

But…”

Raphael’s gaze deepened.

if he had known the truth, how could she assume he wouldn’t still choose to be with

she make that

But he didn’t continue.

were no ‘ifs’ in

was shaped

long ago, and now it was

stood in the morning mist, dr@ped in a

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