Richie skulked in the doorway, his heart pounding as he stared at Sharlynn, who was busy arranging the flowers. His breathing was heavy as if he was unable to express his feelings. "I want us to part ways soon," Richie murmured. "I don't want to jeopardize your life. But why is it so hard for me to let you go right now?" Meanwhile, Sharlynn felt that someone was watching her. She saw Richie's agitated figure from the corner of her eye. Carefully, she turned her head to confirm that it was indeed Richie. "Richie, what are you doing there?" asked Sharlynn softly, trying to calm her pounding heart. Richie was startled, his body staggering forward as his grip on the door leaf slipped. Unintentionally, he kicked a nearby flowerpot, causing it to break and the soil to clutter the floor. "Richie, you broke my flowerpot!" exclaimed Sharlynn, her expression sad and angry. Richie, realizing what had just happened, felt extremely guilty and anxious. His face turned pale. His mind immedi
"The land here is really fertile. I wish I could stay here longer," the woman murmured.The bright sunlight illuminated Sharlynn's face as the woman engaged in gardening. She lowered her head, focusing on the soil in front of her, a small smile on her lips. Her wide-brimmed hat that had been shading her face was now lying on the back porch chair. Her thick, wavy brunette hair shone in the bright sun.Richie, standing a few steps away from her, looked at Sharlynn with a beaming face. He was unconsciously smiling widely, mesmerized by Sharlynn's rosy cheeks that were even more dazzling in the sunlight. This was a rare moment for Richie, seeing Sharlynn so happy, as if carefree.Sharlynn, although accustomed to the practicalities of life in the city, was skilled at gardening. She had even said that she wanted to eat the produce of her garden. Richie, who was momentarily transfixed, decided to take the initiative.He walked slowly to a chair on the terrace, picking up Sharlynn's wide-bri
"Shit!" Odette paced back and forth while fiddling with her cell phone. She had tried to contact Richie almost a dozen times, but none of her calls had gotten him to answer. "Richie is such a jerk! I'll be chopped to pieces if Julian finds out the certificate is missing!"The woman appeared to be in the room of her apartment. Odette's hand was holding a cell phone, while the other was on her waist, indicating she was distraught. Her mouth could still be heard grumbling. Her attempts to contact Richie had been fruitless. It was even more frustrating when she stared at her cell phone screen with burning eyes, disappointed that she didn't get the response she expected."How could this happen?" muttered Odette, her voice loud and full of emotion. "I gave Julian the title to the villa as part of our agreement. Richie can't just disappear without explanation!"The living room filled with silence now echoed with Odette's high voice. She returned to pacing, her steps fast and full of anxiety
Sharlynn walked out of the bathroom, her hair still wet, indicating she had just finished washing her hair. She wiped her thick dark brown hair with a white towel that was big enough to absorb the water droplets but not wide enough to cover her entire head. Her body was wrapped in a pink bathrobe, the length of which only reached above the knee, adding a feminine and soft feel to her appearance coming out of the bathroom.Her steps stopped as she stood in front of the large window of her bedroom. Her hazel-colored eyes were immediately drawn to the garden where she and Richie had been planting seeds together. Hope and longing were in her gaze, a desire for the moment they had just shared to become a sweet memory.For a moment, Sharlynn stopped the movement of her hand running through her hair. She paused, her mind drifting to all the memories that had been made with Richie. However, just as quickly, she shook her head as if to banish Richie's shadow from her mind. "No! I have to be
In a dark corner of a bar in the city of Hamburg, Richie sits isolated, surrounded by a crowd that is unable to penetrate the solitude he feels. The dimly lit bar creates a mysterious aura, masking his depressed expression. The bar's usually lively atmosphere of laughter and chatter now felt like a hazy backdrop to Richie, who was lost in his own thoughts.Dante, who had just arrived, found Richie in an unusual state. He was used to seeing the young lord with his posture firm and in control, not as he was now, downing liquor in a sloppy and disorganized manner. Approaching with cautious steps, Dante gave Richie a surprised and slightly worried look."Young master, are you all right?" Dante's voice tried to rouse Richie. He knew the young master would never behave like that without a serious reason.Richie turned his head with a vague look, as if he was far away from that place. "You see for yourself, I'm fine. What do you want to say! Hurry up! I'm in a hurry!" his response sounded
"I'm sorry," Sharlynn said softly. Richie found the look in Sharlynn's eyes so sincere. The man just nodded without saying anything. His head suddenly throbbed; he wanted to enter his room immediately. However, Sharlynn did not let go of his hand. "But I have one request." Richie frowned at the last sentence Sharlynn said. "Just say it. I'll give it to you if I can," Richie replied. "I'm coming to Milan." Richie's face changed even more. He began to move his body, which had been silent. Then he released Sharlynn's hand. He looked at the beautiful face before him, examining whether it was a playful request. However, he still found Sharlynn's expression looking severe. Of course, he wouldn't let that happen.Richie exhaled his breath roughly. He shook his head and firmly said he could not take her to Milan."You'll stay here, and Dante will take care of everything. I still have a lot of work to do there!" Richie refused firmly. But Sharlynn did not give up. She still looked at Ric
It was early in the morning when Sharlynn woke up. After she argues with Richie, she gives up. She may let him go from her side.Coming out of the bathroom, Sharlynn wrapped her body with only a towel covering her chest and thighs. Her small steps led her to sit on the dressing table chair. She was staring at herself in front of the mirror."Sharlynn, you should forget about the man who does not love you. You are beautiful and will surely find a man who loves you more sincerely." Sharlynn pinched her cheeks, which looked gaunt these days. "Looks like I lost a few pounds. Oh, Sharlnn, you must pick yourself up and not slump down just because of a rude and selfish man!"The woman kept convincing herself that no matter how hard she tried to open Richie's heart, she would never be able to. However, her desire to go to Milan, even if it was just for a few days, was still so dominating.Sharlynn didn't want to dwell in empty sadness. She quickly grabbed the hairdryer at the end of the dress
"It's going to be all right and play my game," Richie continued.The gray eyes locked onto the hazel eyes of the woman in front of him. As if hypnotized, Sharlynn finally obeyed. "Don't you want to tell me something?" Sharlynn whispered in a low voice. "Don't I have the right to know where we're going?"Richie took in as much oxygen as he could then exhaled slowly. He just wanted Sharlynn to obey him and not rebel or act out of control. Sharlynn was still silent and staring at the man, she was still waiting for an answer."It's about time we kicked the people who got rid of you." Richie grabbed Sharlynn's wrist and led her away from the elevator.Sharlynn chose to remain silent because she already understood Richie's purpose in taking her to Berlin. Although she didn't know exactly what he was up to.They both walked closer to the doorway that led to the helipad on the rooftop, where a luxury helicopter was waiting.The sound of the helicopter's engine starting made a noise. The huge