Chapter Seventy.

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Angelo's car smoothly glided on the roads. Since it was not a rush hour, there was no traffic. The engine purred as he presses on the accelerator for speed and she loved it. This car was a classic '72 Ferrari and she fell in love.

The convertible was back in colour and had a stick gear which had Alexis's hand on it and then Angelo's strong and warm one. His skin was rough but Alexis had figured that even in his privileged life, where he had wanted any and everything was received, he had done some hard work.

As a traffic light in front became red, he slowly stopped the car. It was a long time for the light to turn green so he lazily switched off the car and looked at his wife.

His beautiful wife.