The Sixty-Ninth Chapter

Rozelyn’s irresistible smell still lingers in his nose, despite the fact that he is already in Avril’s house—in which the pregnant Anaztasia Arryn is also staying.

“You okay, Cy?” asked Avril as he handed him a can of beer. Avril Arke’s backyard is so spacious and calming, as if the lushness of this place resembles a virgin forest.

“Not really. I…I have hinted to Roz that my heart yearns for her.”

A smile tugged on his best friend's lips. “What did she say then?”

“She didn’t. She was going to say something but she held back.”

Avril took a bite from a roasted seasoned pork belly and gave some to Cyrill. “You know what brother,” Avril spoke. “The reason why me and Ana are in such good condition is because I bravely told her that my heart always belongs to her years ago.”

Cyrill just glanced at him, “I’m listening.”