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

gripped the steering wheel tightly and

she seemed to regain control

her seatbelt and stepped

and asked, “What are you

cigarette and looked down to take one last

raised his eyes to meet hers, a hint of coldness

was very young when I first came here, and the memories are not

to break

you want to marry because you’re expected

It isn’t wrong, really.

But…”

Raphael’s gaze deepened.

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

make that

But he didn’t continue.

no ‘ifs’

shaped by

hers long ago, and now it was his

stood in the morning mist, dr@ped in

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