Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 78

Farah decides to find Ryan's whereabouts, he goes through a very long corridor and turns. The golden brown floor made of ordinary granite and its simple carpet was not suitable for the mansion of a wealthy family heir. Nothing implies the luxury of a mansion here, other than a very valuable collection of paintings, which hang on the walls. It is a simple and warm old house; the owner deliberately creates a cozy and informal atmosphere, but not impressively luxurious. If this house wasn't Ryan's, he would've been so fascinated. Attractive ornaments make Farah itchy want to observe it more closely, and the windows she passes show a bright blend of colors in the garden. Farah felt her happiness could be achieved here. It was a very melancholic thought..

After calming herself down and taking a deep breath, Farah stepped into the wide, bright room and found Ryan alone sitting in front of a work desk made of teak wood.

Ryan looks fresh, fresh morning air. Ryan was wearing a white tie and a fancy suit, which was a typical royals outfit, but to Farah, Ryan still looked like a mobster, and Farah was still amazed to learn that Ryan's servant was also very admiring of the man, and saw him as the perfect man.

"I don't know why I married you," Farah interrupted in a loud voice from the doorway. "Since marriage, all I've felt is boredom."

Ryan's sparkling eyes instantly shifted to Farah. After a moment of silence, which Ryan seemed to be using to look at Farah's face, Ryan chimed in, "I don't know why you want to marry me either. Why would you marry me?"

'Because I love you'. Farah could only say that phrase in her heart. "Because it seems like it's the only way I can sleep."

Farah walked into the room. Through the sunlight coming through the window, Farah has a new perspective, as she can see Ryan's face better. Despite having rested, Ryan did not look relaxed or calm.

Ryan put away the paper in front of him. Ryan's fingers clenched beside the paper. "If the reason you want to marry me is to protect your brother, I want you to know that it's not necessary. I'll never hurt your brother."

"Gosh, you think I can guess with your treatment after this to me." The emphasis on the last word sounded bitter, even more bitter than Farah intended. Ryan was still sitting in his place, motionless, and he wasn't sure where he knew - perhaps from a change in Ryan's expression that could only be felt rather than seen. But he realized that his words were making Ryan flinch. That kind of thing never happened before. Or at least, if it ever happened, Ryan never showed it. Another possibility was not his words that hurt Ryan, but his tone.

How much remorse (if any) did Ryan feel from the torture that the man had inflicted on him? Farah hoped big enough, and the one who spoke was her bitterness again. There are two ways to overcome this. First, he must figure out with a rational and clear mind what exactly he expects from Ryan. Second, he can stop thinking and follow every emotion he feels, until he can express all the feelings in his heart to Ryan.

Farah stepped deeper and deeper, trying to overcome the silence by pretending to observe her surroundings, which fortunately was an interesting room to observe. If not, it would look ridiculous.

The room contained hundreds of unresolved projects. Puzzle pictured map lying in the middle of the table with the left incomplete. On a canvas cloth by the window seat, someone had just begun transplanting red and pink geraniums from a third ceramic pot of smaller pots; and; just one finished and looks so beautiful. Threads hanging from a drum that is being decorated. A box filled with books was on the side table and there was a stack of papers containing bottles of glue.

Without really deciding, it seemed like Farah had already stopped making plans. Plan A, plan B, backup plan B if plan B is unsuccessful, backup plan C, if plans A and B fail.... Why did she marry Ryan? His first refusal was very firm, it was hard to understand why his firmness could easily melt away. At least, he could force their marriage to be postponed for a day or two.

With Ryan's back, Farah unscrewed the glue bottle, opened the book that had marked the page, and began smearing the glue onto the back of the recipe with her ring finger. Farah then saw it was a pie recipe and made her smile. Being close friends with Gio and Will has made his way of thinking change.

"Tomorrow."

"Your mom too?"

"My mom too."

Farah picked up a small scissor that looked very sharp from inside the basket and began to cut another recipe. "What's he like?"

"Mother? A poor girl. He spends most of his time plucking plants from one pot and moving them to another. When I was a kid, every time I wanted to see him I would look for him at home through the dirt trail left on the floor."

Surprised by the shadow, Farah stuck the recipe in her hand and began to cut out the third recipe, as Ryan's voice rang out again.

"Farah."

One of the scissor eyes scratched his finger. Farah instantly released the grip of her hand, and the scissors fell onto the table with a loud clanking sound. The scarlet-colored blood from his injured finger dripped onto the white pages of the book, like the petals of a flower falling on the snow.

"Omong empty!" Farah's heart was beating fast, her echo sounding to the ears. "Yesterday you didn't love me, when you thought I had a relationship with, you know who I mean. Then you tied me up the whole trip."

The atmosphere turned silent and awkward. Later, Ryan said, "Anger with someone is not the same as not loving them."

Farah's injured finger clenched tightly. "You forgot what you did to me. People in love won't hurt each other."

Ryan's voice rang out from behind his shoulder, laden with pain. "There are some things you should learn about love, if you think so. Love is a double-edged sword, Farah. I don't care if you're Andreas' girlfriend. What I can't accept is that when you're in my arms, maybe you're just pretending."

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