Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Return of the French Tycoon: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Duncan was feeling sick.The moment she set foot in the manor she wanted to fall on her knees and beg so she could touch Rosalie, hug her not as a stranger who rescued her.But like her husband, take her in his arms and cry to the world that even death had been able to drive them away.But he knew that it would make him seem crazy, she and her children had no way to understand that joke of fate, he himself did not understand why he was back.He had been preparing all day for that dinner, asking her to cook for him a daring maneuver, but wanted to get into his life.I wanted to be around, and I wished I could at least do for a few hours something I did as a family, like dinner.He felt cursed for wanting that, she was suffering for him, while he tried to enter his life with another face.He had told himself several times that he would act normally, but the moment he saw the photo of his marriage he ran to her like a fool.And seeing him show how deep his love was, made him sad and happ

She tried to get rid of him, get out of his control and when she could not, appealed.Rosalie knelt him right in his male weakness.Louie screamed in pain and released her immediately.He put his hands in the middle of his legs, while he was down and slowly fell to his knees, his expression was pain.She just looked at him with satisfaction." There are other ways to punish you, brother-in-law. That’s why I came."Rosalie walked to the door, and let one of her men in.That man was Aeron, a security guard who had a contract for a few days.Aeron was a tall man, his physical build was impressive, measuring almost two meters, with broad shoulders and powerful arms.He was muscular, with long, muscular legs.He wore a military cut, and his eyes were dark, his beard low.He entered the office and looked menacingly at Louie who was still trying to pull himself together." Why did you bring this man here, Rosalie?"" To punish you in a way you understand. " She turned to her man - Aeron.Aer

Rosalie looked at François, standing next to her daughter.Angelika at the same time went to her, asking about Bastien." Is he okay, Mom?"She held her daughter’s hands, and said softly:" He’s better now, I went to his room and saw him sleeping."The two hugged and Angelika left the pool area.She wanted to see for herself.When the girl was gone, Rosalie’s gaze turned to the man standing by the pool." Why did you come here?"He approached, and when he stopped next to him he looked at the sky that was beginning to darken, the moon already quite visible." I just needed to breathe a little, and I ended up here by accident."She nodded and sighed following her gaze to the sky." Francois? " She called him.He looked at her, his face shining in the blue light of the small lanterns around the pool and the stone path to the interior of the mansion.His eyes were like precious stones, and his hair brown as waves of silk around him. This all made him feel involved, taken to the most beauti

Rosalie looked at her son and the man with him, and remembered the moment he held her in the path of stones, then the way she patted her fingers on the table.She took a deep breath and thought she understood that sense of familiarity she felt, she had felt the same.The woman looked into her daughter’s eyes, and saw how she believed in what Duncan was somehow taking care of.Rosalie sighed, and thought Duncan really was dead.The two hugged each other.[...]Duncan looked at his watch and realized that it was past ten o'clock, as much as he wanted to stay longer, he had to go.The man got up from the couch and hugged his son, stayed for hours talking and he doubted that the boy had realized the time. But it was time to go.Rosalie approached to hear the two saying goodbye, she looked at him and accompanied him to the door.Duncan did not say goodbye to Angelika, who according to Rosalie had already gone to bed, with that information he feared that the girl was avoiding him.Could she

His eyelids were heavy, and his whole body hurt.He felt crushed, completely broken.When he finally opened his eyes, he saw the faint light of a dawn enter through the windows of the room.That’s when he realized where he was.That was not Lecomte’s room, and when his gaze ran through the wide room, he saw not far from the couch where he was, sitting in an armchair with his eyes closed, Rosalie.Duncan looked at his watch, clocked five and fifteen in the morning.He realized he was shirtless, and her remains were lying in a corner, she was covered in dried blood.The man passed his hand on his belly and felt the bandage, his gaze returned to Rosalie, asleep.Her face was marked by recent tears, as if she had spent the night veiling her sleep.It touched him in a way that made him miss him terribly when he was your husband.And it made him want to tell you who he really was.When he tried to sit down, a remote that was on the couch fell to the floor, the noise woke her:" What? What’s