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Chapter 140. Drystan pulled up in a space so familiar that Rosealba recognized it immediately.He stepped out of the car and immediately headed to the other door, pulling it open for Rosealba to step out.She stared up at him, eyes flickering with questions.“Why… why are we here?” she asked, her voice shaky.Drystan took her hand with a smile, helping her out of the car.“We’re here because we need to.”Rosealba blinked, letting him help her up.Her eyes lingered on the space—the space where her flower store once stood tall. The only solace she had earned with so much hard work.A feeling of nostalgia struck her nerves, and she glared at the space, her lashes blinking as she fought back the overwhelming tears.Drystan’s thumb stroked the back of her palm gently, watching the side of her face as she struggled to contain her emotions.Her fingers twitched, her heart clamping against her chest.The last time she had visited this place was a few days before their journey to Florence. Wh

Chapter 142.“Dickhead!” Rosealba groaned, slamming her bag against Drystan’s chest.A soft chuckle tore past his chest and he grabbed her wrist, yanking her closer to himself by the waist.“Your favorite dickhead…” He winked. “Right?”Rosealba rolled her eyes at him, feigning anger.“You look cute when you make faces like that, Sunshine.”“Like what?”“Like you taking my cock and not getting enough.”Her nose scrunched and she feigned a disgusting expression, pulling away from him. “Ewee, Drystan. This is a company.”“I never said it’s a house.”“You are not allowed to speak dirty around these premises! Understood?”Drystan’s lips curled into a low smirk. His arms curled possessively around her and he dragged her closer to himself again. “But we are allowed to moan here, yeah? ‘Cause you will be taking my cock right here, at these premises.”Rosealba’s eyes widened and she pulled away from him.“You are crazy, Drystan.”“I know.” He winked, sparing her a shrug.“That’s what you get

Chapter 144. The all-glass door to the restaurant opened, and Drystan stretched a hand forward with a polite smile.“Ladies first,” he murmured, voice smooth like velvet over steel.Rosealba’s cheeks stretched into a gentle smile, her lashes lowering for a beat as she took a step forward, gliding into the restaurant with a grace that made his chest tighten. She didn’t even try—she just was. Perfect. Elegant. For him only. The moment Rosealba stepped inside, the aroma of freshly made meals hit her first—rich and smoky, like aged wine and slow-cooked spices tangled in the air. Her breath caught slightly at the indulgent scent. It was warm, decadent, and just a little sinful. Like temptation laid bare in the form of food.Her heels clicked softly against the matte black tiles as her eyes adjusted to the low lighting. Everything was bathed in shadows and the dim, amber glow of chandelier light, wrapping around her like a secret.Her gaze swept across the dark walls, the deep mahogany wo

Chapter 146.Rosealba glared at Drystan, her curiosity sharpening into a sneer in her eyes.She moved her hand to his, fingers wrapping around the hard muscles of his palm.“You could tell me anything.” She whispered, her voice soft but insistent, pulling him closer to the truth.Drystan held her gaze, a fire flickering in her eyes, the calmness of her tone unsettling him.Her words reverberated in his mind, urging him to take that step. But what if he did? What if, the moment he spoke, the spark in her eyes flickered out? What if the love she held for him turned to hatred, disgust even, at his audacity? No. He couldn’t say it. Not now.Rosealba raised a brow, urging him forward, but he shut down the thought instantly. No. Not tonight. Not yet. He would tell her. But it had to be when the time was right.A smile tugged at his lips—gentle, yet it couldn’t quite hide the misery lurking just beneath.“I… I was going to give you something.” He stuttered, forcing the words out, reminding h

Chapter 148. Drystan stood behind the tall glass window, his hand glued to the phone pressed tightly against his ear. The city sprawled before him, alive and glittering beneath the afternoon sky—but his eyes didn’t see any of it. His stare was sharp, jaw clenched so tightly it ticked, the pressure building beneath his skin.“You didn’t tell her?” Lina’s voice snapped through the speaker. Her tone was sharp, her head dipped forward like Drystan could see her through the phone.“What is going on with you, Merikh? What is so hard about spilling such information? All you had to do was inform her that you had a company in her name.”“That company is Noble Write, Lina,” he growled lowly.“So?” she shot back, her voice rising slightly.Drystan turned from the window slowly, the shadow stretching behind him like the tension in his chest. His voice dropped deeper, rougher—warning. “Look, Lina. Rosealba would feel like she only got that job because of me. She would doubt herself. She would cra