Lying in a pile of wild red roses was Natalia and surprisingly, no thorns had touched her skin. She looked like a goddess lying on the roses as some of them lied on her hair and petals scattered around her body.
It was a sight to behold that Raymond could not stop help himself but stop and stare at the masterpiece in front of him.
He had been blessed with a goddess.
Raymond smiled to himself as he walked closer to Natalia’s sleeping form. She was sleeping so peacefully, aloof of the chaos and drama that had unfolded upon her disappearance.
Natalia stirred a little in her sleep, mumbling incoherent things to herself as she adjusted and continued sleeping.
Raymond held himself from laughing as he watched her, his heart fluttering with affection as he stared at her.
He walked as silent
