Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 81

"We have a guest" Ryan said in a soft voice.

The morning sunlight had already peeked in through the room curtains. Ryan's fingers went down Farah's arm until he reached his wife's palm. Farah's fragrant hair tickled Ryan's face as he gave a slow kiss there and caressed Farah lovingly.

"Did I look different to you now?", asked Farah in a hoarse voice.

Ryan's wrists curled comfortably over Farah's ears, the side of her thumb stroking the tenderness on Farah's cheekbones

"No, I just look different to myself". Said Ryan.

"What do you mean?"

"Wiseer. And younger. Approaching the real me", Ryan touched the tip of his finger over Farah's nose and gently shook it. "I really mean everything I say to you, Farah."

In silence, Ryan could hear a blob of emotion clogging Farah's throat. Ryan touched the bottom of Farah's chin with one finger, he raised Farah's face to face her. In the middle of the pitch-black room, he could only see the glint of Farah's eyes, but their breaths looked like a collection of clouds in the middle of a lunar eclipse.

"You know what, honey? It is surprising that women should feel pain in their first romance. Who do you think that's the idea?" . Ryan said to make Farah's laughter felt vibrating in Ryan's chest.

"If I were to be given the power to determine. things would definitely feel much different."

Feeling comfortable, Farah coiled more and more in Ryan's body, Farah's soft springy ball moved and massaged Ryan's rib cage. It seemed that Farah was very content to lie comfortably in her arms, almost asleep again by the caress of her loving hands. Minutes pass. Farah's voice sounded again by her like a low melody.

"Ryan.. I thought of something and it bothered me. May I ask you a question?", asked Farah slowly.

"You can ask me anything.".

"Was Keith and my mother..... I mean, are they....? Is that possible?". Farah fell silent, as if the relationship was hard to describe.

"I don't know. I haven't started thinking about it. I thought, in order to find out I would have to fast for three days and meditate. Do you have a clue?". Ryan answered with a joke.

"I'm not sure. But the night the whitehall messenger came to Keith's private island, Keith took me to the beach with him. He knew that I was the one who drew your sketches before he saw them in person, and then I thought, how did Keith find out? Is Keith a fortune teller?". Ask Farah.

"Keith has many abilities, but clear fortune telling is not included. Is it possible your servant......"

"Harry?"

"Yes. Harrys.. Could he have heard you talking to your brother about the picture and somehow he passed the information on to Keith?"

"If so, I won't be able to keep you." Clutching Farah in her warm body, Ryan felt a protective urge towards Farah that spread throughout her body. "Only God knows, dear. But I'm afraid those months of torture are my stepbrother's way of becoming a matchmaker."

•••

Gege could not find another name to explain it. Alone, in the library of Zayn Crandall, waiting, waiting, he had made several pointless observations around the room, but none could distract him, except for the book on the law of attestation that opens on Zayn's table. Except for the book, all the parts in this room look neat and clean. In fact, there was not a single grain of dust on his marble floor.

After picking up a book about history from the closet, Gege took the tome to the sofa. Gege had a unique interest in it, it was his favorite historical period. One would not find a more complicated figure of human civilization than the Roman Colosseum, where the arrogant nobles on their balconies could look directly into the miserable fight that went on below. Gege thought that Keith would be perfectly fit to live in that era.

Three days ago at the harbor, Gege observed the car that had gone to take Farah, then he immediately returned to the Dark Devil ship where Keith was sleeping wrapped in a blanket in a sunlit cabin. Keith looked very attractive, with a crumpled open shirt, which showed muscles as hard as iron, and dark hair that was disheveled, almost like grape seeds. With a smile, Keith looked at Gege, the dark eyes of the man looking gleaming with delight.

"Did the girl sob on your chest and make your shirt wet with her tears?"

Ignoring the innuendo, Gege walked up to the table and picked up the sheet of paper lying there. "Have you thought about how many bribes we'd give the Customs officer?"

"Yes. Since it's over, I'll go to the mainland to get two things: food and women, and that means if you want to vent your feelings about Farah to me, that's what you're feeling about, do it as long as I put on my boots or you'll just slit into my sleeping blanket."

Gege put the papers back in their place. "I wish we could make some kind of deal. Whether I can have emotions or not."

"Alright," Keith said patiently as he picked up his boots. "You can have emotions. Abracadabra. It's easy, right? Now, get your wits in your head. You see? It's still in its place. To feel something, you don't have to give up your common sense. Get me my boots."

With a burning fury in his chest, Gege took Keith's boots and carried them to the window, opened them and threw them into the sea, which sank immediately with a loud splashing sound. The ripples on the surface of the water had already disappeared before Keith spoke.

"That might catch my attention, but think of the poor fisherman who got my shoes instead of the big fish.... I don't know what you're worried about. That girl can handle Ryan."

"Keith, Farah doesn't know that. She's terrified. And, he has

a compelling reason to feel that way."

"Farah has no reason to be afraid. Why do you think I let Ryan take Farah away from my private island? They both had the chance to see how you made Ryan so angry that hot steam came out of his ears like hot sulfur, but even under those circumstances, Ryan couldn't hurt Farah. What else do you want to know?"

Gege took a deep breath, inhaling the moist air that entered through the window. "I want to know about his mother."

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