Meanwhile, the commotion outside the mansion gates did not affect the warmth of Sharlynn and Grandpa Andriano's conversation. Nothing was covered up; Sharlynn briefly recounted how she came to marry Richie back in Berlin; she didn't even know the man's true identity. "What kind of father treats his daughter like this!" Grandpa Andriano's voice sounded stressed and angry as he banged the tip of his cane on the floor. "You have nothing to worry about, my granddaughter. You are already part of the DeVille family. Only children born from your womb will I recognize as Richie's children. Not those born from other women, let alone those with no ties to the DeVille family whatsoever!" Richie seemed to turn away from looking at Sharlynn while smiling wryly. He still thought that she was trying to get his grandfather's attention. The reluctance building up suddenly collapsed, and she assumed that she was no different from any other woman. "Born of any woman, if that child is truly my flesh
In the silence of the night, accompanied only by the slow ticking of the wall clock, the atmosphere in Sharlynn and Richie's room was filled with profound awkwardness. They were lying on the same bed, yet their distance felt like an ocean. Richie, who had been sleeping with his back to Sharlynn, slowly opened his eyes. The room's darkness was only slightly brightened by the moonlight that sneaked in through the gap in the curtains.Not knowing if he had just woken up or if those eyes had never closed in the first place, Richie carefully turned his body. He changed his position with an almost inaudible movement, not wanting to disturb the tranquility that had been created. His gaze then fell on Sharlynn, who lay peacefully, her regular breathing signaling that she had sunk into a deep sleep.The soft moonlight shone on Sharlynn's face, creating shadows that emphasized the softness of her facial features. Richie transfixed for a moment, gazed at that innocent face. There was a soft
It had been a month since Sharlynn had been at the DeVille family mansion, though she had to put up with Richie's coldness every day. The daily pain was already a daily meal for her. However, there was one thing she only wanted, to get the attention of Richie as her husband, even if it was just once. Although at the moment that was impossible, as Richie was increasingly not returning to the mansion to be with Aurora and the boy he recognized as his flesh and blood. Grandfather Andriano and Dante were the two people who kept him strong during this time, at least he tried to melt Richie's heart not alone, although from then on Andriano also did not bother too much with his grandson's wayward behavior. He just moved and moved in silence with Dante. Sharlynn was just coming out of the walk-in closet with a tie that Richie was going to wear. Although their conversations are not frequent, Sharlynn enjoys serving Richie. Every day, she prepares the formal suit that he will wear to the o
Sharlynn changed into longer-sleeved clothes to avoid the bruises from Richie's actions from being seen by Grandpa Andriano. Afterward, she decided to leave the room and go downstairs. "Should I go for a walk," she muttered as she descended the stairs. Occasionally, she still rubbed her hot hands. At the same time, a maid blocked his way, saying it was time to enter the dining room for breakfast. "Thank you, I'll be right there," Sharlynn replied wryly. Her steps half-stumbled towards the dining room. Before entering the dining room, she took a deep breath, walked slowly, and prepared for the questions Grandpa Andriano would ask her, or rather, scold. Moreover, Richie did not appear there.Sharlynn slowed her pace before entering the dining room, trying to gather her courage to face whatever was going to happen. The room was bright, with morning sunlight streaming through the window blinds, creating a warm atmosphere but not enough to chase away the nervousness creeping into her
After a twenty-minute wait, Dante and Sharlynn found themselves inside one of the cafés at the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II. "Madame, what did you want to talk to me about?" asked Dante matter-of-factly. "I wanted to show you something..." Sharlynn looked down, pausing her sentence. Then, exhaled roughly before answering Dante. "I know Richie would never trust me. Is it wrong of me to want to ensure that the woman he loves so much does something unexpected?" Dante frowned, not understanding where Sharlynn was going with this. "What do you mean?" Dante asked to make sure what she meant. Sharlynn didn't answer, she just took her cell phone out of her bag and fiddled with it for a while, then showed him the amateur footage she had taken at the time. "Isn't this Aurora and that guy who was always being sarcastic to Richie and me?" asked Sharlynn, causing Dante to turn his gaze from the cell phone screen to Sharlynn. "Looks like Richie's son is also very familiar with that guy. Hhuu
After Dante's departure, Sharlynn still decided to wander around the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II. Entering every boutique with famous brands across the country. "I have to pamper myself. It doesn't matter how Richie will treat me," Sharlynn muttered as she stepped her long legs into the luxury perfume gallery. The distinctive scent of perfume that she had never recognized seemed to pierce her nose. A friendly voice greeted her. Together with a staff member in a fancy black uniform, she began to browse through the shelves lined with perfume bottles with unique and luxurious shapes. "This scent... "Sharlynn sniffed back at her wrist as the staff sprayed a tester. She tried to guess the scent she was sniffing. "It smells like mothballs. Really?" asked Sharlynn of the perfume boutique staff. "Yes, ma'am. The scent of camphor blends with the scent of spices like those used by Queen Cleopatra when she met with the high-ranking officials of the Roman Empire. It's like that, folklore f
Aurora was still trying to influence Richie to make him hate Sharlynn even more. For the woman, Sharlynn was not a difficult thing to get rid of, considering that she had managed to get rid of a series of women who tried to conquer the man's heart. However, in reality, Richie was infatuated with her. Before Richie left the apartment, he tried to put on a pitiable expression. "Sevariano, you see for yourself, your son is telling the truth. That woman is really bad. I think she has influenced grandpa. I don't know what she's done to grandpa," Aurora said as she tried to get Richie to submit to her. But Aurora was wrong, although Richie seemed to defend her, but the man still kept an annoyed expression because he thought Aurora was getting more and more demanding. Richie straightened his body, he looked at Aurora with a flat gaze. "I'll go back to the mansion and ask Sharlynn directly," Richie said. "If she really did hurt my son, then I will punish her myself." The series of senten
Sharlynn felt herself unable to resist the man's touches. However, when he felt the oxygen supply in their lungs dwindling, Richie quickly moved his lips away.The sound of both of their breaths echoed each other. The two different coloured eyes stared at each other intensely and deeply. Sharlynn could not even utter a single sentence.At the same time, the ringing sound of Richie's cell phone interrupted their non-verbal communication. Richie hurriedly took the cell phone from his pants pocket and briefly stared at the identity of the flashing screen. Without thinking, he quickly scrolled through the screen and accepted the call. "..." The person on the other side spoke first before Richie asked anything. The change in the man's expression showed that something was quite significant. "I'll be there soon. Keep an eye out. Make sure we don't lose track of the target!" After saying that, Richie disconnected the cell phone and put the phone back in his pocket. He looked back at Sharl