Chapter 111 —Intimate MemoriesNarrator:Roman returned to the garden with a slight frown, as if he hadn't managed to clear his mind, but forcing himself to resume his role as host. His steps were firm and measured, as always. When he approached the table, Sasha looked up at him immediately.“What about dessert?”He blinked, momentarily thrown off balance.“Oh, sorry! I got a call and forgot to tell Amalia to bring it.”Sasha looked at him with a raised eyebrow, a gesture that was beginning to resemble his own.“Did they call you just now?”“It was something work-related,” he replied casually. “Nothing important.”She didn't press the issue. She wasn't a child, but she also didn't dwell on things when something interested her more than a vague answer. She got up nimbly and picked up her glass.“I'll go,” she said, already walking toward the house. “I'm sure Amalia is in the kitchen. If she forgot, she won't forgive herself.”“She didn't forget,” Aylin murmured as Sasha walked away.“I

Chapter 113 —Then rest with meNarrator:The sun was beginning to set, and the light filtering through the trees bathed the garden in a warmer, more intimate tone. Muffled laughter could be heard in the distance: Sasha and Miranda were still in the greenhouse, and from the excitement in the girl's voice, it seemed she hadn't stopped talking.Aylin and Roman were still in the garden, standing near the path. He had his arms around her from behind, his chin resting gently on her shoulder. They didn't say anything, but they didn't need words. They had stayed like that, breathing calmly, as if that small gesture contained everything they couldn't explain. Aylin slowly caressed his arms, while Roman closed his eyes, letting the moment hold him a little longer.The laughter grew closer. Sasha appeared first, her jacket tied around her waist and her cheeks flushed.“Oh, you don't know how much we talked!” she announced excitedly. "You can't imagine how much he knows about plants! He taught me

Chapter 115 —The one he kissed as if his life depended on it.Narrator:Sasha walked through the aisles of the nursery, her emotions running high. Her hands were full of small pots, and she talked nonstop, while Miranda followed her with a warm smile.“Look, these caladiums are beautiful,” said Sasha, pointing to a shelf full of pastel-colored flowers.“Would you like to ask the saleswoman if they have more in lilac?” suggested Miranda. “She was near the entrance, next to the rosebush.”“Yes!” said Sasha, turning on her heels. “I'll be right back!”She almost ran down the stone path, and as soon as she disappeared from view, Miranda calmly turned her face toward where Aylin was watching from a section of ferns. There was no surprise. Just a moment of silent recognition.“You didn't have to keep such a distance,” Miranda said in a neutral voice. “I didn't come armed.”Aylin approached slowly. She walked until she was standing in front of her, with nothing in her hands.“I like to observ

Chapter 117 —PricelessNarrator:Roman descended the stairs with a steady gait, unhurried but with visible tension in his shoulders. When he reached the main hall, he saw her. Miranda was standing next to Sasha, one hand resting on the back of the sofa, as if that spot belonged to her by right.Sasha looked up and smiled when she saw him.“Dad, Julieta was telling me about some sculptures that used to be at the entrance to the house. She says some of them might be available again.”Roman didn't take his eyes off Miranda.“Sasha, can you give us a moment? Go upstairs and stay with Aylin, please.”Sasha nodded, a little bewildered, but obeyed without protest. She walked away without fully understanding the tension in the air. Miranda, on the other hand, understood perfectly. She walked silently alongside Roman until he opened the door to a side room. Once inside, he closed the door behind them.“What are you doing?”“I was talking to Sasha,” Miranda replied, as if the question seemed exa

Chapter 119 —It wasn't fair, it wasn't nobleNarrator:Aylin was still inches away, adjusting the collar of his shirt, that dangerous smile on her lips. Roman couldn't move. His body was beginning to regain control, but his head... no. His head could only think of her.Everything she was. Everything she awakened in him. Everything he hadn't done with her yet.“Do you know what I thought that night?” Roman murmured, his voice low and hoarse.Aylin looked up, curious.“What night?”“The first night. When you broke the vase. When I closed this door.”Aylin said nothing. Roman took her by the waist, lifted her easily, and sat her on the edge of the desk, never breaking eye contact.“I thought about what I would do to you if you were mine. I thought about all the possible ways I could take off those clothes you were wearing... and make you beg for more.”She didn't move. She didn't need to. Her pupils said it all. She was there for that. For whatever came.Roman slid his hands down her thig