Gastone waited for Lucia outside the house. He gasped at the small pouch he prepared for her.
Navin and Jorge looked at Gastone with a worried expressions.
"My Lord, are you sure about this?" Navin asked in concern. He could feel Gastone's anxiousness.
"You can't force someone to be with you just because you want to be with them," Gastone replied and sighed. If he would follow his own rationale, he would like to imprison Lucia until she fell in love with him.
"That's true," Jorge agreed. He never had a lover and was waiting for his mate to come by, planning to remain loyal to her even if she hadn't arrived in his life yet.
Navin pursed his lips and said nothing. For him, he would convince Lucia to stay if she was his mate.
After a couple minutes, Lucia came out of the house with a sling bag. She only brought her stuff and several clothes Gastone gave her, leaving the rest as she felt bad if she took them all.
"Art is our chief means of breaking breas with the dead."