Chương 49: The Mafia King's Lover!
The long golden wooden shelves were standing with their necks upright, perhaps the fear had been induced in them when Ronan Ross stepped inside the flower shop.
Anyone in the shop, standing against the shelves perhaps felt a shiver within the walls and every metal item. Of course, the land of New York city had acknowledged its ruler and trembled beneath his feet, as if an earthquake had occurred.
'I will see how long you can pretend to remain calm, Ronan. You think I do not know that you have already acknowledged something suspicious about me.'
Renna scoffed inwardly, though the lady was absolutely accurate in her hypothesis. How could not she comprehend Ronan's tricks and see through his working ways, after all she had remained his wife for long.
They both moved towards the first shelf starting from the full walled window, from where the young mafia king had been keeping an eye on her activities.
'Let me see what you can do Renna Amaryllis and what are your intentions. I'm confirmed that you are not any ordinary citizen because the moves you used to teach those thugs, proved to be highly expertise in that stream.'
Ronan Ross, the man who had a keen eye on every single thing around him, whose senses worked sharper than any ordinary person. How could he not register Renna's defensive skills, which were not solely black belt kung fu techniques rather a fusion of something mysterious.
"So, how old she is, sir?"
Although apparently Renna Amaryllis held herself all together and composed but deep down surprisingly she felt her heart shrinking.
It had been six years but still Renna Amaryllis aka Amaris could not bring herself to forget him completely. And now after spending these few moments with Ronan Ross, the man whom she had loved dearly...Renna still felt some warm sensation deep down in her heart.
Perhaps a corner was still warm and loaded with his numerous memories.
"Oh!"
Ronan Ross gave a lopsided grin as Renna's questioning voice pricked his ears, garnering attention.
"Oh! She is...is childish as a little kid, mature as an old lady with silver hair, sweet as a teenage girl. It is not fair to place her into a category."
A meaningful smile appeared on Ronan's face as he replied with a vague answer. Of course his devilishly working brain was giving an impressive performance, perhaps Ronan Ross had planned something else. While she was giving him a tour through the shop to select the flowers for his lover.
"Aye! Sir, you are so funny."
Renna chirped while chuckled softly upon the description given by Ronan Ross, which he used to narrate the beauty of his lover. The young anti mafia heiress felt the eruption of some strange emotions, something was bubbling within her now all of a sudden.
Perhaps she still felt a hot stew of jealousy within her body, she could not conclude that why her treacherous heart was still stuck into the man who destroyed her life.
"But you have to tell me madam's age, so that I can select flowers accordingly."
Renna was persistent to know about the woman, whom Ronan claimed to be his lover. Well, apparently he did not utter any clear hint regarding the beloved woman.
The mafia lord could sense that Renna was deliberately bringing up such questions, through which she could inquire anything about Ronan's personal life.
"It is pretty much simple. I have made up my mind now, I only need ninety nine roses for her. A perfect symbol of affection and my love for her."
Ronan deliberately passed the statement by which according to his supposition, Renna would show some suspicious reaction.
"Oh my! She must be very lucky, sire! I will hurriedly wrap the certain number of roses in a romantic bouquet sheet. She would love them."
Although the young lady was having mixed emotions, Renna's heart and brain were having a continuous battle. Outwardly she seemed genuinely happy which surprised Ronan but at the same moment intrigued him.
'May you both rot in hell! After all that bitch needs to follow the devil into the hell fire! I bless you both rotten people, a nice journey!'
Leaving Ronan Ross there around the third shelf Renna Amaryllis headed towards the back door to fetch the flowers.
Maybe she recognized the lover of her husband because Renna aka Amaris seemed confirmed about the identity.
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