Orlando thought that the storm drowned not only his hope but also whatever innocence and kindness had once resided in his heart.
Yet here he was, unable to ignore the gnawing worry for a woman who had deceived him.
Why? Orlando couldn't understand it.
Maybe, he thought bitterly. This was his subconscious trying to save the helpless boy he'd once been!
As much as he despised Emilia's duplicity, eliminating her from his life wasn't in his plans, at least not yet.
'But why hadn't she told me about the phone? Did her pride outweigh her sense of self-preservation? That foolish woman. Did she always prioritize her wounded dignity over her safety? Was that why she kept getting herself hurt?'
Her voice echoed in his mind, haunting him like a specter.
"Even if I end up dead on the street tom
