ELENA'S POV

While I was still surrounded by the thick gloom, like a wife in mourning of her passing husband, Raymond's pestering prescence made it a whole lot worse.

Although my staffs did their best to lighten the workload, leaving me with only important things to oversee personally, I was continuously plagued by fatigue.

On this particular morning, Ray's familiar halt in my driveway made me let out a tired sigh.

Approaching the car with a frown on my face, the bouquet of roses which seemed to cover his entire face this time, was held in front of his face, patiently waiting for me.

I threw the car door open,...