After Richie left her room, Sharlynn decided to enjoy the view outside the house."I think it's a good time to go around," she muttered. She decided to go out of the house, hoping to enjoy the view of the charming village called Sieseby. Her feet carried her out of the room, walking through the quiet corridor. There was no sound or presence of other people that she could catch, only the silence that enveloped the house. Not even she saw Richie's presence.As Sharlynn stepped onto the wooden terrace of the house, she smiled. The fresh air from outside instantly hit her beautiful face, making her feel more alive. She spread her arms wide, closed her eyes for a moment, and breathed in the clean air that was so different from the city air she was used to. The fragrant, fresh and natural scent of leaves invigorated her sense of smell. "The air is so fresh. I smell the leaves so good," Sharlynn muttered to herself.Sharlynn then decided to continue her walk, intending to go around the l
Upon arriving home, Sharlynn was eager to prove her cooking skills. However, she remembered that she had just arrived at the house. Sharlynn thought that there must be no groceries and when she opened the fridge, sure enough, there were only a few empty bottles. "There are no groceries here. Silly me, why didn't I ask Richie to stop by the convenience store. At the same time, a car entered the yard and it seemed like Richie was waiting for the passenger. After the car stopped right in front of the terrace, the door opened and revealed Dante getting out of there and hurriedly opening the trunk door. Richie, who had both hands resting on the railing of the porch, also moved from his position and helped Dante take out two large plastic bags that seemed to contain groceries. "It's all here as you sent me the note," Dante said. "Okay, thanks," Richie said, "Did you get any information on the two men other than the 888 mark?" Richie whispered so Sharlynn wouldn't hear. "The two bodi
Sharlynn looked at Richie with a timid expression. The man's face in front of her looked cold as if Sharlynn was staring at an iceberg that couldn't melt."If I don't do something, I might freeze to death here," she muttered.Sharlynn glanced at the overturned baking sheet with the dough lying on the floor, still covered in dried flour. Her nosy idea kicked in, and she unintentionally smiled. "Why are you smiling?" Sharlynn blinked and turned back to Richie, still staring at her coldly. However, it was the man's cold stare that Sharlynn could not forget. "No...maybe you're looking at it wrong," Sharlynn complained as she shifted her body and squatted to brush her hands across the flour spill. "What are you doing?" Richie glared in annoyance when he saw the woman's flour-soiled palms. Sharlynn smiled and showed him her dry, flour-covered palms. No words were spoken; Richie did not realize the quick movement of Sharlynn's hand that touched his face. As a result, the flour was trans
Pordenone, Italy.The sound of coughing in a spacious, luxurious room was intense. It was accompanied by the warning voice of a family doctor who had often dealt with the grandfather's illness."Great sir, it's time for you to rest or perhaps to hold a great-grandchild," the handsome middle-aged doctor with his firm jawline said with a charming smile."You're right; maybe when Sevariano comes back here, I'll force him to get married to give me a great-grandson," said the white-haired old man with a wrinkled face half-lying on the king-size bed."I'm sorry, I'm not interfering in the Del Vecchio family's affairs, but perhaps it would be better for the young master to return to Milan and assist you," the doctor interrupted. The older man just nodded in understanding. There was a twinge of guilt as he kicked out his grandson and blocked Sevariano's facilities. Eventually, though, after two years, he opened one of his grandson's cards.After putting all his equipment into a black leather
Inside the dimly lit wooden hut, the sunlight filtering through the cracks in the old boards, Richie and Dante stood face to face, accompanied by the wind blowing through the leaves outside. Richie didn't seem to budge. He shook his head slowly, his sharp eyes looking directly at Dante. "No, Dante," he said in a low but firm voice. "I don't want to bring Sharlynn to Milan, and I don't want to introduce her to Grandpa either. I don't want things with Sharlynn to get any longer and more complicated."Dante looked surprised by the answer, but he did not express his objections. He knew Richie, the man he had come to know, was fiercely independent and stubborn in his decisions."I need to settle this on my own terms. Sharlynn does not need to get involved in the Del Vecchio family affairs. Let alone introduce her to grandfather. That will only make things more complicated," Richie continued.Richie's voice had a protective tone, showing his deep concern for Sharlynn. Although his feeling
"I am increasingly suspicious of Odette's behavior. It looks like I have to secure the villa certificate immediately," muttered Julian, who seemed to be walking hurriedly in the hallway to his private room.With the sound of the door opening, he immediately rushed inside after locking the door tightly. "I forgot where I last kept that dam," muttered Julian, suddenly annoyed with himself.He began to walk towards the file drawer but still could not find the object he wanted. While remembering, he began to spin around in a slightly dim room due to the lack of sunlight penetrating the glass window with the curtains open.Julian looked restless and frustrated. The room felt more and more cramped with every step of his pacing. The dim light in the room added to the tense atmosphere that was already messy due to Julian's activities. He continued rummaging through his room's contents, looking for something very important to him.The walk-in closet in the spacious room looked chaotic. Clothes
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