Stephan didn’t exin further, but the meaning was crystal clear.
It was in that fleeting nce when he looked down from a high–rise and caught sight of her. It was in the helicopter when he watched her grit her teeth to extract a bullet frem herself without offering a sound despite the pain
It was when she, bloodied and battered, crawled step by step to grab the hem of his trasers and pleaded in a near–broken voice, “Mr. Russell, save me.” It was in her defiant smile, framed by the p mark on her face, as she stood homeless and abandoned all while refusing to shed a single tear. novelbin
It was in her gaze, her presence, her entire being
Sometimes, love began much earlier than one realized. It was silent and unnoticed, dismissed as irrelevant or even mocked. By the time one was aware of it, it was already a roaring storm that swept away everything in its <b>path</b>.
Stephan didn’t spell it out, but Felicia felt like she understood what he meant.
Covering her eyes, shey on the bed, allowing those strange yet sweet emotions to chum within her. Then, she asked, “Can I nimmage through your stuff? “Do you even need to ask Stephan sounded like he wanted to knock some sense into her.
Felicia chuckled
She wanted to say more, but the unstable signal filled the line with static. Right before the connection broke, Stephan’s voice came through clearly. “The signal might cut off. Wait for me toe back”
As expected, the call ended abruptly.
Staring at her phone, Felicia felt a pang of regret for wasting the call on casual chatter, once <b>again </b>forgetting to remind him to stay safe.
She would have to wait for next time, then
She buried her face in the nket. The room w was spotless–almost unnervingly so and the bed and pillows carried none of Stephan’s scent. That clean, refreshing fragrance she was so fond of was absent.
Unable to sleep after the call, Felicia got up, grabbed some paper and a pent, and quickly jotted down a list of medicinal ingredients.
The herbs required to detoxify Imogen’s eyes were rare. Since she would be staying for a few days, she decided to have <b>the </b>Russell family mobilize their resources to procure them. That way, all <b>she </b>needed to do <b>was </b>focus on preparing the antidote.
Satisfied with her n, she handed the list to Stanley, who eagerly set off toplete the task
By the next afternoon, Imogen had regained her energy and rook Felicia <b>on </b>a short tour of the Russell estate. Of course, they didn’t go far. The ce was simply too <b>vast</b>, with too many areas to explore.
During their idle chatter, Imogen subtly probed into Felicia’s rtionship with Stephan<b>, </b>asking how tar they had progressed and when they nned to many. It was evident Imogen saw herself not only <b>as </b><b>a </b>sister but also as a concerned elder.
Felicia’s responses were vague. She either avoided the question or changed the subject,
Perhaps the topic timed some memories for Imogen. Her unfocused eyes glimmered with sadness and longing as she gently caressed her belly, saying, “If only Archie were still bere
Felicia remained silent, choosing not toment.
Imogen, seemingly lost in her own <b>world</b>, continued with a faint smile, “My fiancé, Archie Rosario, is the father of my <b>baby</b>. He died at <b>sea</b><b>, </b>and his body was never recovered. To this day, I don’t even know what he <b>looked </b>like. He <b>was </b>so kind to me and so patient.
“We loved each other deeply. We were supposed to marryst year, but a month before the wedding, <b>he </b>died.
Her smile faltered as tears began to stream down her face, Wiping them away, she <b>sighed</b>. “I miss him so much, yet I never dream of him- not even <b>once</b><b>…</b>” Felicia remained silent.
Empty words offort felt pointless. This kind of grief <b>could </b>only be processed by the person experiencing it.
Given her limited familiarity with Imogen, Felicia didn’t think it <b>was </b>her ce to offer any opinions. Sometimes, saying too much only made things worse. That
was <b>a </b>timeless truth.
Fortunately, Imogen didn’t seem to need constion, only <b>a </b>silent listener.
Felicia handed <b>her </b>a tissue. As she did <b>so</b><b>, </b>she <b>casually </b>nced upward and noticed Johanna standing by a second–floor window, watching them. From that distance and angle<b>, </b>she would have been able to overhear their conversation.
Just now, one of Imogen’s remarks seemed to have struck a <b>nerve </b>Johanna’s face was tense, her expression unusually grim. Felicia noticed IL