Cheryl knew that no matter how fast she tried to run from Rafael, he would still catch her. Her feet weren't as fast as Rafael, nor was she used to running in the middle of a dark forest. She repeatedly tripped, lost control, then almost fell. However, she still did not stop running.“Cheryl, stop…” Rafael's voice sounded close to her ear. He didn't give an order, but he begged.Cheryl wiped her tears away, her body shook with fear, and she started to lose her way. However, Cheryl couldn't imagine what would happen if Rafael caught her."Cheryl, I beg you to stop,"Raphael caught her. He locked her in a hug, giving Cheryl no chance to run."Let me go!" Cheryl struggled, trying to break free. However, Rafael's hands hugged her tightly, he repeatedly kissed the top of her head, as if he was trying hard to calm her."Let me go! Who are you?! Why do you want to kill that man?!” Cheryl screamed in frustration. She was crying, wailing in Rafael's arms for fear of him. She was afraid of him
Dizzy. Her head felt dizzy."Finally, the spoiled Princess regained consciousness,"Cheryl opened her eyes slowly. She reached out to touch her sore head."I know you're in pain, so you better take some medicine immediately." Beatrice held out a medicine and a glass of water.Cheryl swatted the glass away, startling Beatrice and dropping it on the floor.“What?!” Beatrice shrieked in surprise, “Are you crazy?!”Cheryl hissed in pain. Even though her head was dizzy, she still clearly remembered how Beatrice hit her neck to make her faint. That crazy woman deliberately knocked her unconscious and made her endure the pain in her neck and head."You're the crazy one!" Cheryl hissed angrily, "Where's Rafael?" She tried to get up from a lying position."I do not know. He's not home yet," Beatrice picked up the broken glass that Cheryl threw, "I don't care if you want to eat or not, but I've prepared food in the kitchen." Beatrice walked out of the room and closed the door in annoyance.Cher
"It's hurt!" Rafael groaned.Cheryl winced, feeling as if she also felt the pain at the corner of her lips when she saw the blood dripping from Rafael's lips."Could you slow down?" Rafael closed his eyes. He groaned in pain when the cotton filled with alcohol touched the tip of his temple.The blood on the wound seemed to have dried. It seems that Rafael purposely left his wound untreated all night.“It hurts, Beatrice! Do you want to kill me?" Rafael screamed in pain again.“Are you able to properly treat it, Beatrice? I saw you were just trying to torture him!” Cheryl growled.Beatrice turned her head, "should you treat Rafael instead?"Cheryl bit her lower lip. If she could, she would have snatched the cotton and alcohol from Beatrice's hands a long time ago. Unfortunately, she didn't know how to clean the wound. She could have been worse than Beatrice and made Rafael even more tormented."So how?" Beatrice waited in embarrassment, "You're going to treat him?"Cheryl stomped her f
"Oh my God, Rafael?! Why are you playing in the mud?!"10-year-old Rafael ignored Catalina's hysterical shouts as she stood at the edge of the fish pond. Even without seeing his mother's expression, Rafael knew that she must be staring at him with a slight head shake—trying to remain patient even as she saw her son playing in the mud pit."Smart boy, come out of the pond and go take a bath. I want you to transform into an angel, Rafael, just like your name!" Once again, his mother's voice rang out, this time instructing the servants to pull him out of the fish pond."Mom!" Rafael whined, looking at his mother in irritation. His body was still covered in mud, but his plan seemed to fail. It was just mud, not motor oil or cooking oil, that was hard to clean. Maybe he should consider taking an oil bath next time in his father's garage."Come on, handsome child," his mother reached out to touch Rafael's mud-covered head. “You have to take a bath,”"I don't want to! I want to play with m
Cheryl walked towards her room after finishing dinner. She had begun her plan to avoid Rafael starting today. The first thing she did was try to ignore his existence. Don't look at him, don't talk to him, and don't think about him.Cheryl had successfully passed the first phase. She didn't look at Rafael throughout dinner, and she tried not to talk to him either, only answering when he asked her. However, it was hard not to think about Rafael. He kept filling her mind, disrupting her concentration, and making her more difficult to control herself.Rafael kisses. The way he touched her. His breath against her skin. The movement of his lips. It all disturbed Cheryl."Are you two fighting?"Cheryl jumped in surprise as she found Alfonso standing near the hallway of her room."Who?" Cheryl pretended not to understand."Who else? You and Rafael," he took slow steps towards the window at the end of the hallway, "you both were silent throughout dinner. You both make Beatrice and I were wonde
The cold breeze made her skin shiver. The grapevines at night made the path to the house's yard look lush. Fallen leaves covered the path Rusty trotted on— making the path look perfect with the wind racing along with every step of Rusty. Cheryl urged Rusty to run faster. Passing the stable area, she headed towards the vineyard. Far behind her, Rafael rode a horse at a medium speed. He allowed Cheryl to lead their way—leaving everything behind without caring that the cold night air made her bones freeze. "Come on, Rusty!" Cheryl coaxed Rusty to run further. Faster. Cutting through the path as she ran away from her own thoughts. Cheryl never thought that the idea of riding a horse in the middle of the night could make her feel so calm. There was no one else except her and Rusty. The rhythmic thud of the horse's hooves sounded peaceful, instantly calming her mind. "You're amazing, Rusty!" Cheryl praised, hugging the horse's neck. Rusty was an intelligent horse. He recognized Cheryl
Cheryl could only fall asleep after 4 in the morning. Her mind couldn't stop thinking over Rafael's last words before they both decided to return to their rooms.The world is making fun of her? What does that sentence mean? Is Rafael saying that the world is making fun of him?"If you're still sleepy, you should go back to sleep, Dear. No one is forcing you to wake up early here," Alfonso poured honey over his waffle on his plate. He added some slices of banana and strawberries on top before cutting and chewing it slowly.Cheryl lifted her head, opening her eyes wide to show that she wasn't sleepy. Her gaze moved slowly to Rafael, who was sitting across from her.Oh, no! He looked nice. His eyes were clear, and his smile was still as charming as ever.Does last night's incident not affect Rafael at all?"I'm not sleepy," Cheryl answered, forcing a smile at the corner of her lips."Pur spoiled princess is probably used to waking up late because servants prepare everything for her." Bea
"Then, should I kidnap you again? Should I run down the aisle and kidnap the bride?"The last sentence Rafael uttered still made Cheryl's body tremble, even an hour later.Rafael might have been joking, but Cheryl swore she had wished he wasn't. She must be insane to wish for Rafael to kidnap her on her wedding day, right?"Fortunately, I brought my jacket. Otherwise," Rafael shook his head, "I'd have to bend over all afternoon so you could sit on my back."Cheryl blinked, staring at Rafael's jacket beneath her. He had even offered his jacket as a seat mat for her to sit on."Are we just going to sit here?" Trying to shift her attention away from Rafael, Cheryl chose to gaze at the expanse of grass around the lake."You wanted to watch the sunset, right?""Just the sunset?"Rafael tapped his finger against his head as if thinking, "Or do you want to swim?"Cheryl swore her eyes must have widened, looking at Rafael as if to say, "Are you kidding?""Once, I challenged Mateo to beat me i