Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 87

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When taken by Ryan along pillars, statues, and strangers, Farah still had time to set aside in between smiling and muttering pleasantries, to admire her surroundings.

I will not be afraid, I will not be afraid, Farah said repeatedly to herself all the way to the party, and now that astonished her, she said, he found that he really did not feel afraid. For months, he had been accustomed to the harsh words and temperament of an uneducated man. Compared to them, the pale women and their sweet-mouthed partners, looked even more savage. Farah was too relaxed to be able to feel cornered by their sharp gazes; she had already learned too much from Keith to always be on the lookout for this unknown environment.

Farah was amazed at how much Ryan did not care about all this. He thought Ryan's mother was simply exaggerating Ryan's disinterest in noble life. Farah finds Alice only telling half of the truth. Conversations of pleasantries, false compliments, seductive invitations from spoiled lips bore Ryan. When they met Ryan's grandmother, Farah could feel her husband's spirit rising.

Ryan's grandmother was indeed a woman who had an aura to agonies. No wonder so many people are afraid of him. His sharp dark eyes always shone a pejorative gesture, which made Farah think of Keith Smith. The woman was neither tall, nor beautiful; but she gave the impression of both.

His first words to Ryan were "It's been three years since I last saw your face. And now, for God's sake, I'm throwing a party to introduce your bride who likes to make trouble, and what kind of thanks do I get? If it's left to your mother who can't do anything about it, maybe your wife was only officially introduced when she was my age. I think you're still mad at me because last year I pulled you out of Indonesia. You should have given me a chance to explain, instead of going straight to Keith! What a ridiculous you and your heroic attitude! Do you think I want to lose the last of Crandall's descendants?"

"I don't just dislike your interference, I don't like the method you're using either" Ryan said, in a soft voice but his eyes were sharp. "You're too busy forcing the help of all your ex-lovers".

Next to the thin gray raised eyebrows. The fan in the hand is open and closed. "I can't be blamed for the rumors that are spreading about me. Then what am I supposed to do about your sudden marriage being done in a secluded place?". Said Grandma Ryan. " Pair a cruel face, if that's what you want! Can you imagine how I felt about not being able to see my only grandson get married? I guess that's your way of getting revenge, right? All because of that fool Zayn and his unguarded mouth. I'm sure you know everything. Did you tell Keith that you married the girl he always protected?"

From his perspective as the side who could see the situation objectively, Farah observed the fight between Crandall and Crandall, seeing souls who had a strong spirit, which would definitely make them yearn for each other if separated far away. Obviously they are not the kind of people who care about family harmony. It seems they believe that it is impossible to gain independence without fighting does not mean they are both willing to analyze other motives. There were too many other things on their minds that there was no room left to think about it. Even so, he saw the Crandall family's problems were not difficult to resolve. All they need is a neutral, clear-minded, interested party to solve their problems diplomatically without having to threaten their self-esteem. Although he thought so, he was still amazed to realize that Keith had known from the beginning that he was the one who would be the party.

Although the surroundings felt strange and worrisome, Ryan's hand on his arm felt warm, a soothing pressure through his white satin gloves. Turning to the side, Farah looked at Ryan lovingly: the face of an angel with demonic eyes, a dashing body that did not look excessive in tights and a plush blue coat. There's nothing in this room that ties his tie as simple as Ryan's. Ryan looked neat and amazingly handsome, as if whatever Ryan was wearing would be able to add to the charisma of the man.

Alice once said with a grin that Farah only needed to wait until the next party to see half the young men present there wearing ties in the same simple style.

"If you look at me again like that" whispered Ryan in a raucous voice, "I swear I'll take you to the first empty room we find and make love to you there. Now, dance with me. I want to hold you in my arms."

The music played by twenty violinists sounded melodious throughout the room, making Farah's legs even more limp. Ryan's hands gently wrapped around his body. Ryan's touch made it fly like dust carried by the summer breeze. Ryan's gaze felt stroked all over his body.

Suddenly, Farah spoke. "It's a trick, isn't it?"

"You mean?".

"Card with. the card you asked me to unplug that day. You know how to pull out the highest card."

Ryan started to smile. "You remember that dog who wore a little black hat? On the high card, in the hat there is an additional line. It was indeed very difficult to tell apart," Ryan looked at Farah with a hot and passionate spotlight. "Don't get mad. I have to admit I did it intentionally. You would never willingly come into my arms if you didn't lose that game. It's a debt of honor." Ryan took a choked breath. "Darling, don't smile like that. You teased me to the point of helplessness."

The intimacy of Ryan's embrace, the friction of her dress as Ryan's legs moved there, seemed to heat up her blood. The air he breathes is sweet, a combination of exotic perfume, the warmth of the guests' bodies, which is mixed with laughter and beautiful music. The bright light of the crystal chandelier shone on the dancers with an astonishing golden radiance, and Farah felt like a bird flying among the clouds, her body felt light, her muscles loosened and relaxed. This was the first time he danced in a man's arms. First time, Dan, in Ryan's arms.

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Really sucks...

I've saved a chapter from yesterday and still review!!! This chapter I wrote in the morning and if it's still a review until tomorrow. Fix me on strike! what the hell is kesel..There is no vulgarity either. slow!