Chapter 79: Breaking the Chains
Adrian’s POV
Early in the morning, the only sounds in the vineyard were the distant buzz of bees and the gentle rustling of leaves. The cold wind did nothing to quiet the tempest inside of me as I strolled the rows with my hands in my pockets.
Since Elena's encounter with Victor Lemaire, we haven't communicated much. All of our communication had been delicate, like walking on broken glass. She had gazed at me the previous evening with a mixture of defiance and shame that had left me feeling empty.
I was aware of how much the agreement meant to her. And I was afraid of it.
Elena saw the painting as more than just a work of art; it was a link to her mother and the history she battled to protect. However, it also served as a reminder of all Mom had postpon
