CHAPTER 47

Patricia and Alvin shared a passionate kiss by the window of her room. Raw passion that it seemed to set the very air around them on fire. They stood by the large, wide-open window of her room, the pale moonlight casting a soft glow on their intertwined figures.

At that moment, Patricia didn’t care if anyone saw them. The room felt secluded, shielded from the world by the towering trees that loomed like sentinels around the old ancestral house. Even the high fence, covered in creeping vines practically covered the windows seemed to protect them from prying eyes.

For Patricia, nothing else mattered at that moment—not the outside world, nor the passage of time. All she wanted was to kiss Alvin, to feel the warmth of his lips against hers and revel in the closeness they now shared. There were no words exchanged, only the silent understanding between them—a deep, unspoken connection that pulsed with electricity.

That’s right. There was no need for conversation between them. She just wante