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

wheel tightly and stared

seemed to regain control of her

and stepped

approached Raphael and asked, “What

looked down to take one

raised his eyes to meet hers, a hint of

“I was very young when I first came here, and

you wanted to break up and

to marry because you’re expected to at

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

did she make that decision

But he didn’t continue.

were no ‘ifs’ in

was shaped by endless

ago, and now it was his

morning mist,

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