Chapter 124 - Carston Williamson (2/2)

He did not say anything and quietly placed the bouquet before it. He sat there like that for half an hour, staring at the white gravestone, not bothering about the rain which was getting heavier with each passing minute.

Every Sunday evening, he would visit the same grave with a bouquet of red roses and sit here quietly. He would clean it with his handkerchief and look at the stone for half an hour before leaving.

This time, it was not any different from the others. After sitting there for half an hour, he quietly stood up and left, not forgetting to give it one last glance.

The caretaker of the cemetery looked at his departing figure and shook his head. ”The lady must have meant something to him.” He muttered to himself before running away to take some shelter.

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”Good morning, my little sunshine.”

Stella was greeted with warm, mellow voice as soon as she opened her eyelids.

Her lips curled up in a sweet smile. ”Good morning to you too.” She replied, stretching her arms as a yawn escaped from her mouth.

”You look...” Adam was interrupted by his own phone. He picked it up to look at the caller's name. His expression turned sour when he saw who the caller was. It was Blake.

”What do you want?” Adam spoke into the speaker as he held the phone close to his ear. The fingers of his free hands were playing with the locks of Stella's hair, twirling around them.

Adam's expressions turned cold as he heard his reply.

”Okay.” Adam spoke up after Blake had finished and hung up the call.

”Is everything alright?” Stella couldn't help but ask him.

Adam heaved a sigh before turning his face towards her, his expression turning softer.

”Yeah! But we have to go back as soon as possible.” He replied with a sad smile. ”I am sorry. I promised you a week.”

”It's alright! You don't have to apologize to me. These last two days have been the best in my life. I couldn't ask for more.” Stella pecked his lips.

Before she could move her lips away, Adam captured them in between his own as his hand travelled under the covers while the other one was holding her head in place.