Rosalie looked at her son and the man with him, and remembered the moment he held her in the path of stones, then the way she patted her fingers on the table.She took a deep breath and thought she understood that sense of familiarity she felt, she had felt the same.The woman looked into her daughter’s eyes, and saw how she believed in what Duncan was somehow taking care of.Rosalie sighed, and thought Duncan really was dead.The two hugged each other.[...]Duncan looked at his watch and realized that it was past ten o'clock, as much as he wanted to stay longer, he had to go.The man got up from the couch and hugged his son, stayed for hours talking and he doubted that the boy had realized the time. But it was time to go.Rosalie approached to hear the two saying goodbye, she looked at him and accompanied him to the door.Duncan did not say goodbye to Angelika, who according to Rosalie had already gone to bed, with that information he feared that the girl was avoiding him.Could she
Her heart froze, and her blood began to run faster, her mouth became dry and she felt that her knees would fail at any moment.François’s hand still held her steady behind her large body, and at that moment she cursed herself for releasing Aeron.The man with a tattoo raised his knife, which flashed in the light of the pole, and she feared for their lives.Rosalie looked at the bandit who appeared to be the leader, his gaze was black and evil, he held the knife menacingly, and looked directly at her.Then he said, in a terrible voice." Get away from the woman, or I’ll kill you."The other two men agreed with what their leader said, and also pulled their knives.Her heart beat wildly, feeling that it was her end, and if she did nothing would be the end of that man who was trying to protect her." You will not have it. " Rebateu François.Her body was tense, her gaze firm on her opponent holding that knife, that bandit’s eyes were very clear to Rosalie.For some reason he wanted her, a
His eyelids were heavy, and his whole body hurt.He felt crushed, completely broken.When he finally opened his eyes, he saw the faint light of a dawn enter through the windows of the room.That’s when he realized where he was.That was not Lecomte’s room, and when his gaze ran through the wide room, he saw not far from the couch where he was, sitting in an armchair with his eyes closed, Rosalie.Duncan looked at his watch, clocked five and fifteen in the morning.He realized he was shirtless, and her remains were lying in a corner, she was covered in dried blood.The man passed his hand on his belly and felt the bandage, his gaze returned to Rosalie, asleep.Her face was marked by recent tears, as if she had spent the night veiling her sleep.It touched him in a way that made him miss him terribly when he was your husband.And it made him want to tell you who he really was.When he tried to sit down, a remote that was on the couch fell to the floor, the noise woke her:" What? What’s
Rosalie spent the first night thinking about François, how close he was. The last man she had cared for like that had been Duncan, her husband. Rosalie closed her eyes, aware of the pain in her heart... It was enough to think of Duncan, that she felt like she was drowning, and no one would ever save her. The woman got up, and went to get ready for work. The days passed, as she avoided François altogether, leaving early and arriving late. She let François recover to his time at home. [...] On the sixth day, Rosalie again arrived late from work, the moment Rosalie crossed the room she paralyzed. And he heard a sound he hadn’t heard in a long time... It was the sound of Bastien’s laugh... She turned to the sound, walking towards the kitchen. When the woman appeared at the entrance, she came across her son sitting in a chair near the table. François was standing next to him, cooking something as they both laughed and talked about the game on TV on the wall. That made her para
Rosalie sighed, and when François released her, she cursed herself. Why did you compare him to Duncan? That was the worst thing to say to a man who was as close as he was. François looked at her, but Rosalie was surprised by what she saw. There was a darkness in those eyes, one that wasn’t there before. It was as if the night was rising in his eyes, and at the same time, it seemed that that man was about to cry. That didn’t make any sense to her. Rosalie swallowed it hard, tried to fix things. " I didn’t mean that you look like Duncan, not in that sense of..." " The way I touched it? " He was too direct. Her heart rate increased. Rosalie swallowed hard again and turned her back on him, her hand involuntarily went to her heart, as if she could make it beat slower. She heard his footsteps behind her, and suddenly his hands wrapped her up again. Wrapping her waist, her warmth invading her. In his ear, he whispered, " Dream about me tonight, Rosalie. " She held her breath
Duncan returned home after dealing with the mob, ensuring that his men found out all about Jacopo’s criminal works. When he returned to Lecomte’s huge apartment, he answered several work calls. For now, Rosalie was protected. He had placed more of his men around the house, and in his work. He also observed through the cameras that he owned in his company everything that she did. He also observed Louie, apparently his younger brother was quiet. Due to Rosalie’s recent success, he imagined that the man was holding out on the shore. Duncan did not nail his eye that night, Rosalie’s sweet scent was still intense in his mind, the touch of his hands on her skin, the way her body had corresponded to him... All that tormented him in a maddening way, all he wanted at that moment was to get up from his bed and follow up to his keys, take his car and drive to the mansion. He wanted to enter his old house, walk to his old room and tear off his wife’s clothes, have her in his arms, kiss ev
Duncan returned to Lecomte’s apartment. When the man lay in his bed, he remembered his daughter, doing everything to make him reveal himself. He sighed heavily, aware that it was not time to do that. How would you explain something that even he didn’t understand? What if she even suspected something was wrong, didn’t believe him and told Rosalie everything? If he were seen by his family as a crazy tax and decided to drive him away he would not stand... Duncan decided to change things. The lack Rosalie made was crushing him deeply, but she knew she would not let him get close to her while her heart was so clinging to the memory of her former self. She still saw and behaved as Duncan Valois' wife, not as his widow. He was in Lecomte’s body, he needed to conquer it. The man got up from the bed and walked to the desk, taking paper and pen, he began his plan. [...] When Rosalie crossed the living room, she dropped her purse on a small table and sat sighing. The woman took one o
The girl was momentarily paralyzed. François had almost his whole body on his mother, she pronounced: " Mother? "The man stood up in an instant, and Angelika did not stay to see how indecent her mother was. The girl ran down the big house, down some stairs towards the secret family room. I felt I needed to be alone. She heard the voices coming after her, and the steps getting closer. Angelika finally reached the secret room, and used facial recognition to enter. The girl entered the room without windows, she ran her hands across her face and sighed. His heart was pounding. Her mother and François were together, she thought. [...] Rosalie stood up from the couch, her face burning as Angelika ran through the room. " Wait, Rosalie! " François held her by the arm and wrapped her in his coat. By God... she was just wearing a bra. She nodded, unable to look him in the eye. I was terribly embarrassed. The woman got rid of the man and followed behind Angelika, heading toward