Swept Into a Fairytale Marriage

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Now, however, whenever Adrian thought about it, a deep, wrenching pain tore through his heart as if blood was slowly seeping out.

Sierra had moved on, but he hadn’t yet come to terms with it.

Sierra had been the only light in Adrian’s life, illuminating him during his darkest times. He fell in love with her when they met again in high school.

Yet she also had pushed him into an endless abyss of darkness. The pain of gaining and losing made him fearful of seeing the light again.

He had grown accustomed to the darkness, so he remained guarded around Farrah.

A knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts, and he turned to open it. As the door swung open, he found Germaine standing outside.

“I washed some strawberries. Want to try?” Her tone was light and cheerful. “I have a few ideas about this project.“..

Clearly, she wanted to come in and discuss things with him.

Adrian stepped aside, allowing her to enter. As he turned toward the window, Germaine felt a surge of happiness. He hadn’t shut her out.

A slight smile appeared on her lips as she brought the strawberries into the room and closed the door behind her.

In the enclosed space, it was just the two of them. This was a dream come true for Germaine. It was a scenario she had imagined and anticipated countless times.

She gently placed the washed strawberries on the round table by the window and stood beside him, glancing at his handsome profile.

After a moment, she followed his gaze to the rain outside. “Is it just you, me, and Kenneth here?”

“Corey won’t be coming. I’ve arranged other tasks for him,” Adrian replied.

However, he didn’t mention Farrah, which made Germaine feel a bit disappointed.

If he had planned to bring Farrah along, why couldn’t he just say so? It was just a business trip. Did he really have to bring her?

“If we’re going to turn this area into a resort, I think we could build a small villa community That way, it would protect everyone’s privacy while being perfect for family vacations, and city folks would feel more at home,” Germaine shared her thoughts.

Adrian responded, “Let’s not rush to decide how to modify it. First, we need to explore the advantages of this place. With so many resorts available, why would people choose to come here? What does this place have that others don’t? It’s crucial to attract and retain customers.”

The rain showed no signs of letting up, but Farrah felt eager. It seemed she couldn’t wait any longer and decided to grab an umbrella and head out.

The guest house was entirely wooden and three stories tall, shaped like a quadrangle. It exuded an ancient charm..

In this relatively underdeveloped village, she asked the front desk for directions and then ventured out

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along the stone path in the back garden toward the village’s depths.

Less than a hundred yards from the guest house were two houses–one a traditional wooden house, and the other a red brick house.

Based on her instincts, this was the type of place where spider webs were most likely to be found.

So, she continued down the path, braving the rain until she reached the first house.

An elderly woman sat under the eaves, gazing into the distance. When she saw Farrah approach, she stood up.

“Hello! Is it okay if I come in and sit for a bit?” Farrah approached with a small floral umbrella with a kind smile on her face.

The elderly woman’s children worked away from home, and her husband had passed away two years prior. She was used to loneliness, so when she saw someone come by, she welcomed her warmly. “Of course, please do!”

Farrah had a pleasant demeanor and made small talk with the woman before beginning to inspect the old house’s eaves for spider webs.

The dampness rewarded. In her eyes, each spiderweb was a unique necklace.

in the mountains often led to dew formation, and after a careful search, she was

“Young lady, what are you photographing?” The elderly woman approached, holding out a piece of bread. Farrah took it gratefully. “Thank you, ma’am.” She then began to discuss the fascinating world of spiderwebs with her.

“Each morning, they shimmer in the light, and many such scenes can be found in the wilderness. It’s not just dew; it’s the work of spiders, the elderly woman said with a smile. “Some webs are intricate, others simple, but they’re all beautiful.”

While Farrah chatted with the elderly woman, Adrian stepped out of the guest house’s backyard while holding a large black umbrella.