Bab 7: Chapter Seven: Whispers of Time
Five years had passed since the shadows of deceit had torn apart the entangled hearts of Ava and Andrew. In a Parisian flower shop, Ava, now a florist, tended to blossoms that held the memories of a love lost and a child taken. Though the passing years had been exceptionally tough and torturous, she clung to life with a tenacity that belied the torment within.
As Ava navigated the challenges of her new life, the absence of Andrew and the son they had lost continued to gnaw at her soul. The flower shop, adorned with vibrant blooms, served as a facade for the pain that lingered beneath the surface. Despite the friends and family she had gained in Paris, the gaping void left by her missing child remained a wound that refused to heal.
Curiously, since the disappearance of her child, the attempts on Ava's life had ceased. The mysterious enemies who had once cast shadows over her existence had retreated into the background, leaving Ava to grapple with the unanswered questions that haunted her nights.
Meanwhile, at the airport, a striking figure captured the attention of onlookers—a man dressed in a three-tier black suit, his features concealed beneath a mask. His aura exuded power and control, drawing the gaze of admirers. By his side, a little boy with hazel eyes and delicate features held his hand.
Mark, the man's secretary, approached him with a cold demeanor. "Sir, your jet's here. We should leave soon. The meeting starts at 9 pm today."
The man nodded in acknowledgment, lifting the little boy into his arms. The private jet awaited them, a luxurious vessel that carried the weight of secrets hidden behind the polished exterior.
Once inside the jet, the man removed his mask, revealing a face that bore the marks of time and a gaze that held the weight of untold stories. The little boy, curious and innocent, asked, "Daddy, why do you always wear a mask in public?"
The man smirked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Your dad's too handsome,That's why!"
However, his attention soon shifted to a notification on his phone, an alert about the change in the conference address: "International XYZ Hall, Paris, France, 9 pm." The man, none other than Andrew Stones, looked at his secretary and with a firm expression instructed him to review the presentation.
Soon arriving at the heart of France, Paris, Andrew Stones holding his son stepped out of his jet, entering into a luxurious car,As he glanced down at his son sleeping soundly in his lap, Andrew's thoughts were momentarily distracted, thinking about all the painful memories, his attention soon shifted to his now awake son,The little boy with a twinkle in his hazel eyes, asked his father to buy something to eat.
"Dad, dad!" Lucas, the boy, shook his father gently. "Lucas is hungry! Lucas wants strawberry cake."
Andrew's gaze softened as he ordered the driver to stop at a nearby bakery. The fragrant aroma of freshly baked goods filled the air as he carried Lucas into the shop, a temporary respite from the weight of his responsibilities.
In the quiet moments between bites of strawberry cake, father and son shared a connection that transcended the shadows of the past. Andrew, once consumed by ruthless pursuits, found solace in the innocent demands of his son. The whispers of time carried them forward, unveiling the potential for healing and redemption in the chapters that lay ahead.
As the car continued through the streets of Paris, the once sorrowful and tragic memories that had haunted Andrew's mind began to shift. The presence of Lucas, a living reminder of the love he had lost, became a beacon of hope—a chance to rewrite the narrative of their entangled lives.
Yet, unbeknownst to Andrew, in a flower shop across the city, Ava sensed the echoes of a familiar aura. The whispers of time carried a subtle resonance, a connection that defied the boundaries of the past. Little did she know that the threads of fate were preparing to weave a new tapestry, one that would unravel the mysteries that had long shrouded their entangled hearts.
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