Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 73

Zayn Crandall saw the door of the library closed, and now in front of him he saw Ryan who returned in a state of complete decay after a year of wandering in a place known only to God. America's? Canadians? Indonesia's?

Rumor has it Ryan was in all three places, often at the same time. And, now that Ryan is here, coming back with just as sudden and secret as when he left. It is almost certain that the rest of Ryan's family did not know about his return. Not until two hours ago Zayn sat down with Ryan's mother, Alice who was helpless to face the questions of the main colleagues about the absence of the heir. Zayn still remembers how he cursed Ryan inwardly, over the worries his family felt. It would probably be fairer, Zayn thought, if he condemned the situation that led Ryan to take that step.

Still fresh in his memory is the handsome figure of Ryan, too perfect boy, who managed to create an awesome electric generator engine, which only the boy himself could understand, which he could not understand, and fly it along the grass field, under the flapping wings of Ryan's pet eagle. Alice's face paled every time the predatory animal landed on her son's arm, but Ryan's father would just caress Ryan's hair and laugh. Jazz Crandall is that kind of guy.

The death of Jazz was one of the saddest tragedies for the people he left behind. A freshly fit father sat with his beloved son observing the leaves under a microscope, Jazz Crandall put a small brace, then suddenly drooped to death.

The same night, while resting in his own room. Zayn heard a voice from the darkness, "Turn off the light, Zayn."

Zayn's eyes still adjusting to the darkness found Ryan sitting on top of the bed, his head turned towards the moon shining brightly in the sky.

"Why did my father die?" There was a soul shaken in that childish serious voice, and Zayn, who was still deeply saddened by the loss of the man he respected more than anyone else. hearing himself serocos about death is the destiny of God. He explained at length, as simply as possible.

When the French porcelain clock on the fire signifies midnight, he realizes that Ryan has left secretly and that he has been raiding alone. Ryan has found the answer himself. After erecting his body again, Zayn stared at his wet handkerchief and slipped it under the doorman's seat in the front hall.

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Ryan was standing next to the table, pouring wine for himself. Zayn caught a glimpse of a girl wearing a coat standing beside the fireplace. A young woman, Harris said. After several times to confirm to Harris, is he really sure if the young man Ryan is carrying is a woman, and receives Harris's patient affirmation that yes, yes, of course it was a girl and not Zayn's missing son. Zayn lost interest in the girl, in addition to his annoyance and admiration because Ryan dared to bring one of his lovers to the residence of his adoptive father.

Ryan turned around, putting down his glass and bottle, Zayn found himself forgetting everything, and only focusing himself on the warmth brought about by Ryan's wide smile. Ryan crossed the room with quick and steady steps, to hug her tightly and warmly.

As he pushed his adopted son as far as the hand span, and overcame the blockage in his throat, Zayn said awkwardly, "So, you're back."

Ryan just shrugged his shoulders casually. "As you can see." Zayn looks healthy with tanned skin, full of confidence, and physically fit; ryan's hair looks sunburnt too often.

Ryan has grown into an incredibly handsome adult man, who has been seen since he was a teenager; the maturity of Ryan's mind has radiated down to his looks.

"You haven't come home yet?" ask Zayn, who actually already knows the answer, but just wants to test Ryan, Ryan,

"Yes, of course they're fine. But I don't have to tell you that you're so sorely missed." One comment, and no more.

Zayn has learned that to deal with Ryan, the best way is to not lecture. "Tonight, I'm with your mother."

Ryan stared at his knee-length pants with a jaily grin. "In the main Mansion?"

Zayn felt his face soften as he replied with a smile. "Yes. In the main Mansion." replied Zayn.

The small movements of the figure beside the fireplace caught Zayn's attention. Reluctantly, he had to appreciate the girl's presence, and said politely, "Have you two eaten yet?"

"Yes. That was." As if he could read Zayn's disinterest, Ryan turned to the girl and said, "Here you go, Farah. This nice old man wants to see who you really are."

The girl's back, covered in a coat and hood, faced Zayn. He looked at the small shoulder. A thick, heavy coat stretched to the floor, the accuse pushed back and revealed beautiful long hair. The girl turned around where she was standing, her sharp gaze fixed on Ryan.

Zayn is not a man who is usually fascinated when he sees women. He spent most of his adult life harboring a deep love for Ryan's mother, Alice. For ten years he enjoyed a more intimate and secret relationship with a beautiful and pleasant woman, which he always supported wholeheartedly. Even as a teenager he was not a person who easily felt good when he saw a beautiful woman, but Zayn knew he was now looking at the young girl. Of course, half the reaction was based on admiration, but the other half was the fascination for the extraordinary resemblance the girl had to the perfect Indonesian woman.

The girl might have just stepped out from inside the shell of a pearl oyster. Behind the thick and plump eyelashes, the girl's eyes sparkled beautifully. The girl's chin was small and solid, as if it was deliberately made to fit in the hands of a man. Only his nose is not too proportional though not to disturb the beauty of the other part. The girl's carrying looks more mature than her age estimates, although her face looks tired. You must have felt the urge to smell that awesome hair. What is this fairy princess doing with a guy who has a reputation like Ryan?

"Good night, Miss-?", greet Zayn kindly.

"The name is Merry," explains Ryan, in an outspoken tone of voice. "Maybe it doesn't conform to your rules of decency, but you should call him by that name; I don't know his surname." The girl's spirit instantly turned into confusion, as it stared at Ryan and Zayn in turn.

At that moment, it was obvious to him that the girl was tired, very tired. The glowing skin made him miss that condition earlier. Grateful, Zayn changed his male instinct reaction into something more fatherly. After all, the girl was only slightly bigger than a little child, and from the girl's gaze to Ryan and vice versa, there was clearly something between them, obviously, it was obvious that Ryan treated the girl harshly.

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