Turning Heads After Divorce のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 401 - チャプター 410

After the meal, to Marisol's surprise, Kyro had taken her out of the castle. He claimed her recent gloom was due to being cooped up for too long and insisted on taking her out for a picnic in the forest. Marisol said nothing. Truthfully, she was tired of being stuck indoors, and a walk outside might do her some good. The car rumbled down a winding road before coming to a halt in the island's forest. Clad in a flowing gold gown and veil, Marisol allowed herself to be led by Kyro, who was dressed casually in navy linen. They made their way toward an open lawn beside a gently flowing stream. Several young men dressed as attendants were already waiting in silence. Everything for the picnic had been neatly prepared. Marisol was helped into a cushioned chair. Though she couldn't see, her other senses stirred. She could hear the hum of insects and birds nearby, the babble of the stream flowing close, and inhale the crisp scent of greenery. A few petals from unseen trees drifted on

With her thoughts sorted out, Marisol found herself less resistant to the impending wedding. The insomnia that plagued her night after night began to ease. Even so, one thing remained clear. If she was going to use the wedding as her chance to escape, the ceremony couldn't be held at the castle. It had to be somewhere outside. The next morning, after breakfast, Marisol reached out and tugged at Kyro's sleeve just as he was about to leave. She was wordlessly asking him to stay. Lately, perhaps due to the approaching wedding, he had been leaving right after breakfast and returning late at night. Marisol didn't mind. In fact, she preferred it. But not today. Kyro gently curled his fingers around hers. "My dear, do you wish me to stay?" he teased. She offered no words, but her fingers curled tighter in the fabric. "My dear, you're still so shy. You won't say it outright even when you want me to stay," Kyro sighed, his tone dripping with indulgence. "But that's alright. How co

"Two Negronis." The man in a black coat accepted the crimson cocktails and slid one toward the only figure at the bar counter. It was a redhead who sprawled like he'd long since lost count of his drinks. "Wake up." The disheveled redhead stirred, lifting his head to reveal eyes like clouded aquamarines. Half-lolling across the counter, he downed the offered drink without hesitation. His blue eyes grew hazier, and with a tipsy grin, he reached for the other glass still in the black-coated man's hand. It was pulled just out of reach. The man tilted his hat back slightly, revealing a cold and unyielding stare. "Francis, is this how you conduct yourself?" "Heartless as ever," Francis Lefevre, the redhead, muttered. "Lucian, it's been years since we last met, and this is the greeting I get? Can't even spare a drink, you stingy bastard." "I'll torch your wine cellar if you don't sober up," Lucian said flatly. He had no patience for his ramblings. "Cruel man." Francis wobb

Marisol jolted upright in bed and instinctively checked her body. Nothing seemed out of place. Assuming Kyro had locked her in, she rushed to the door only to find it opened easily. The wolf that once guarded her was nowhere in sight. Unease settled deeper in her chest. She had no idea why Kyro had knocked her unconscious. Driven by anxiety, Marisol hurried into the bathroom and locked the door. Stripping off her clothes, she examined herself in the mirror, inch by inch. Her eyes scanned for any unfamiliar marks. Her mind raced with fear over what that madman might have done. Yet, she found nothing. Her body was exactly as before, and she felt no pain or discomfort. It made Kyro's sudden behavior more bewildering. That evening at dinner, Marisol couldn't bring herself to eat. She reached out and grabbed Kyro's hand. Her silence was brimming with questions and quiet dread. Kyro caressed her veiled cheek and muttered, "Don't worry, my dear. I love you. I'd never hurt you. I j

The sea wind howled as music surged. Amidst the crowd, a woman in a white gown and veil clung to the neck of a man wearing sunglasses in an orange sports car. Before she could catch her breath, his deep, teasing voice brushed her ear, silencing the world around them for a heartbeat. When it all clicked, a burst of fury ignited inside her. Now, of all times? Seething with anger and fear, Marisol tightened her arms around Lucian and jerked forward, slamming her forehead into his. Bastard.Lucian didn't flinch. Instead, he pressed his forehead against hers and chuckled. "My dear," he murmured. "Lucian, for God's sake, can you stop trying to look cool and get us the hell out of here?" an exasperated voice cut in. Snapped out of her daze, Marisol turned and finally noticed the red-haired man. He was behind the wheel, deftly spinning the car into reverse. Catching her glance from the corner of his eye, he found time to flash her a cheeky grin. "Hey there, beautiful! I'm