Silent Love

Chapter 1

I thought that maybe Larenzo didn't know the seriousness of the situation. After I reported what happened in Tika, he still looked normal, staring at me, and even a little smile. I didn't know if he was mocking me for making a fuss, or if he even didn't care.

It reminded me of a sunny afternoon seven years ago, when I was still in college, and it was the same look that made me feel that Larenzo was not a normal person. At that time, his eyes were too harsh, even with a little gloomy, so that I quickly evaded.

"I'm sure you'll handle it well," he said, still smiling, stroking his chin to reveal his silver family ring, "because you never let me down."

I shuddered, and the family ring, like a needle, shook my eyes. I knew it bound him, just as his words fetter me. Like him, I seemed to be standing on the highest peak, but did not know that there were cliffs on both sides.

"I know…and I will deal with the “obstacles” as usual until they are completely out of sight." my voice was not as harsh as before, and it was even fainter, for I felt faintly that the thread between us was about to break.

I knew he was going to get engaged soon. The girl was the daughter of the CEO of the RedGorge Group, and I heard she was beautiful and smart.

Late at night, after I had taken care of all the things in the Tika area, I walked aimlessly through the streets. The ground was wet from the recent rain, and I dragged myself along the street as if all my strength had been expended. I had never felt such powerlessness before.

I could hardly keep my eyes open as the neon lights kept flashing around me. As I remembered my afternoon conversation with Larenzo, her face began to look unnatural. I understood how Larenzo had taken power from his father, and knew what he had done to reach the pinnacle of power, including the dazzling family ring that he had taken from his bloodstained father's hand.

Until I got down the street and saw a familiar place, a bar called GLA that my ex-boyfriend and I used to hang out at. Everything was the same there, old, last century style, but still exuding vitality. All this led me consciously toward the inside, until I heard a familiar voice.

"hey,Yvette, is that you... It's been a long time. To my surprise... I didn't think you'd be here."

I froze for a moment at the all-too-familiar sound. Then I looked around and saw Ward, my ex-boyfriend, watching me from the door. I took a deep breath and looked him in the eye.

"Yeah... Long time no see. But for this bad relationship, I hope never to see it again."

He was visibly shocked by the sharpness of my words and opened his mouth in disbelief. But he soon regained his composure.

"I know you hate me, but I have my reasons, too. There are some things I can't tell you directly... We used to be so good, you know."

"Hate? No need at all. I have my own life now, and hate is too much for me."

I took a seat and ordered my usual drink. He sat across from me, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. I leaned back on the soft leather sofa and stared at him carefully. I suddenly realized that I had never seen through him, just as I had never seen through Larenzo.

I don't have deep feelings for him after all. One is at a certain age, seemingly inexplicably want to start a romance. And more importantly, I wanted to test Larenzo's opinion on this. It's like kids rolling around trying to figure out if they're important to their parents.

But the result was that Larenzo stared for a second and he said insouciantly.

"This is your business, not mine."

But I could only laugh to hide the embarrassment, and then I changed the subject. I'm embarrassed to face Ward now, as if he's acquiescing that I'm deeply hurt by this relationship. But in fact, at the moment of breaking up, I have a feeling of relief.

"You say you have things you can't tell me, what is it, money? The power? Or my family?"

"No, it's not..." He stood up eagerly to explain.

I saw his eagerness, and laughed contemptuously. I took a gentle sip of the wine and smiled, pretending to be interested.

"What would that be. Sir?"

I saw him sit down slowly and think for a long time. He didn't look me in the eye, just stared at the desk, then spoke slowly.

"Do you remember the night we broke up..."

"If you just want to reminisce, I have no interest in digging dirt." I interrupted him quickly.

"Do you remember that night,” he says as if he isn't listening. "when I went away for a while we were on our date?"

“So what?” I still looked at him in puzzlement.

"You know who I went to see?

“Your boss, Larenzo."

Before I knew it, I saw a tall, familiar figure staring at us from the doorway. Larenzo's eyes were more intense than ever.