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Rafas left without a sound. By the time he walked out of the experimental factory, a week had already passed. It turned out that he had been staying in the factory all this time, even Shouya, who claimed to be going to New York, was inside with him.
The supply of (ga) was increasing, and there were some unexpected issues at the factory. Someone attempted to leak the production methods, but every move made by everyone in the factory was under his watch. How could such petty tricks possibly bring him down?
He was aware of Kogura and Yamamoto Ryuichi teaming up, and he had taken precautions against it. Of course, he had to play along with them; if the truth were revealed too early, it wouldn't be fun anymore!
"Boom..." A rumble of thunder echoed in the sky, and torrential rain suddenly poured down. Yan Wushuang had been sleeping restlessly these past few nights, especially tonight with the lightning and thunder; she curled up in her blanket, motionless with fear.
As soon as Rafas left the factory, he immediately made a phone call back home. The butler reported her situation over the past few days—she couldn't eat or sleep. What was wrong with her?
"Master, Miss Wushuang has called you many times these past few days!" Since phones couldn't be used in the factory, his phone was off, and everything was handled by Faisal. No wonder she couldn't find him.
Rafas frowned as he looked at the call log and ordered the driver to speed back to the castle.
"Boom..." Another round of thunder and lightning struck, causing Yan Wushuang to curl up even tighter, trembling and sobbing softly in her large bedroom.
Rafas rushed back through the heavy rain from the remote factory. The butler finally saw his master, who had been missing for a week, and joyfully stepped forward to take his wet coat.
Yan Wushuang was still immersed in fear; the continuous thunder made her whimper under the blanket. Rafas's footsteps grew closer as he pushed open the bedroom door. A tall figure cast a shadow on the wall, but Wushuang, hiding under the blanket, couldn't see him.
Her soft sobs were drowned out by the booming thunder outside, but Rafas noticed her trembling body on the bed—his little one was scared.
He quickly approached and pulled back the blanket, his anxious voice ringing out: "Baby, I'm back!"
The voice was so familiar yet strange. Yan Wushuang lifted her tear-streaked face to look at him; it really was him returning...
"Boom!" A deafening clap of thunder sounded outside, accompanied by lightning that startled Wushuang into hugging herself tightly.
Rafas glanced displeased at the window before pulling her trembling body into his arms. He affectionately kissed her forehead and gently asked, "My baby, have you missed me these past few days?"
"Woo... you... you..." Wushuang stammered as she looked at him, unable to say a word for a long time.
The thunder outside grew louder, and Yan Wushuang instinctively burrowed into his embrace. His solid, warm chest chased away all her fears; all she wanted was to stay in his arms, no longer caring about who was right or wrong.
The two held each other tightly for a long time...
"Baby, tell me, have you missed me these past few days?" Rafas pressed on, unwilling to let her go. Yan Wushuang nodded obediently in his arms, which made him particularly happy. Even though it was stormy outside, he felt it was a wonderful night.
Gently laying her down on the bed, he removed his shirt and trousers and lay beside her. Yan Wushuang looked at his face and couldn't help but reach out for the scar on his cheek. The scar resembled a centipede tightly attached to his skin. When she first saw it, she felt scared, but now it seemed rather cute.
"What's wrong? Aren't you afraid?" Rafas grasped her small hand, the first woman to touch this scar filled with hatred.
"I'm not afraid," she replied calmly, showing no trace of her previous panic.
Her answer excited Rafas; he smiled and kissed her lips. The desire that had built up during their separation ignited instantly. His kiss grew heavier and deeper.
The room felt like a tide, and the thunder outside seemed unwilling to be left out, as if joining this passionate symphony.
Sweat glistened on their bodies; Yan Wushuang's naturally fragrant scent wafted from her skin, filling the bedroom with a refreshing aroma. The couple intertwined closely, perfectly matching the atmosphere of the night—simply enchanting!
When the morning light streamed into the room the next day, the storm had passed, leaving an unexpectedly clear sky accompanied by a gentle breeze rustling through the garden leaves...
After a night of intimacy, Yan Wushuang lay exhausted in his arms. Rafas decided to indulge in a lazy morning as well. However, when the little one stirred slightly in his embrace, he immediately woke up. Looking at her beautiful sleeping face, a smile curved on his lips once more.
"Baby, it's time to get up." Noticing it was getting late, he knew she couldn't skip breakfast. No matter how tired she was, he had to wake her from her dreams.
Yan Wushuang hadn't had a good night's sleep in days; it was rare for her to feel so tired today. Being pulled from sleep was truly unfair—she thought of him as a Big Bad Guy. She pretended to be asleep with her eyes closed and remained still, determined not to get up and see what he would do.
Rafas watched as her eyelashes fluttered; she was clearly awake but still trying to play coy with him. Fine, since she loved to play games so much today, he would indulge her just this once.
He pressed against her bare skin; he had long understood her habits perfectly.
"Lefas... Lefas..." Her soft pink lips called out his name repeatedly.
Rafas leaned down and kissed her sweaty forehead, while Yan Wushuang stared at him with wide, watery eyes.
In the pavilion by the lake, Yan Wushuang was leaning against Rafas, who was lazily half-reclining in a chair, his arm wrapped around her slender waist as they enjoyed the cool breeze by the lake.
“Rafas, why did you lie to me that day saying the painting was burned?” She propped her arm up and rested her chin on her hand, looking at him.
After a few seconds of eye contact, Rafas lazily replied, “No reason, just said it casually.”
“You... how could you lie to me like that? It’s annoying!” She turned her head away to avoid his gaze, pouting as she looked at the clouds in the sky.
“What’s wrong? Are you getting angry so easily?” He sat up and pulled her petite form completely into his embrace.
Yan Wushuang didn’t respond, but he turned her to face him and smiled lightly as he said, “Do you want to join me for the Charity Auction and auction off your painting?”
His words suddenly caught Yan Wushuang's attention, and she brightened up, nodding eagerly. “I want to, but can we really go? It won’t cause you any trouble?”
Seeing the desire in her eyes, perhaps Sharl was right; he should take her out more often to prevent her from dwelling on her past. As long as she appeared, that man would surely notice. He wanted that man to feel heartache; seeing his twisted expression would bring him great joy!
“You can go, but I have a condition!” The corners of his mouth twitched slightly; she knew it wouldn’t be that simple.
“Then tell me. I’m listening.” Despite this, she still longed to see the outside world, especially the Charity Auction. If she could auction off her painting to help those in need, she would be more than willing.
A glimmer flashed in Rafas's eyes as he calmly said, “I want you to draw a sketch of me and promise that from now on, you won’t draw anyone else besides me—not even Ieyako. You can only draw me!”
He was really so domineering; why should she only draw him? Yet she still compromised and nodded gently, indicating that the deal was struck!
“Then can we go draw now?” She was a bit impatient as she struggled in his arms, trying to stand up.
Rafas watched her eagerness with a smile spreading across his face. He let her pull him toward the Studio. The servants watched their master and young lady reconcile with joy in their hearts.
Bouncing into the Studio, she pulled over a chair for him to sit on while she set up her easel, preparing to start drawing for him.
"Baby, are you ready?" Rafas sat in the chair with his legs crossed, lighting a cigar and watching his little pet with great interest.
"I'm ready. Just sit still; I'm about to start." Yan Wushuang looked at him from two meters away from the easel. The Silver Mask on her face reflected silver light in the sunlight, and her delicate features and strong jawline were being sketched out swiftly by her brush.
Holding the cigar and sitting still in the chair, his intense gaze made Wushuang blush whenever she met his eyes. She wondered why she suddenly felt so warm and couldn't bring herself to look at him.
Wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and neatly pressed suit pants, he was the perfect combination with his kingly demeanor and muscular build.
As she continued to paint, her cheeks grew redder, making it hard for her to look at him. Every time she glanced his way, his gaze almost electrified her.
Quietly observing her, Rafas extinguished his cigar. Watching her seriously paint his portrait and seeing her blush from his gaze filled him with immense satisfaction. He didn't know when it had started, but watching her had become a daily necessity for him.
"Lefas, just hold on a little longer; we're almost done." It had been nearly an hour, and she worried he might become numb from sitting too long. However, he had been very cooperative, hardly moving except for an occasional puff of his cigar.
He silently watched her. This small request was nothing for Rafas; he could sit as long as she needed him to, as long as she stayed with him!
With the Sketch Pen in hand, she made the final strokes on the canvas. His portrait was finally complete—a man exuding a kingly aura, holding a cigar and gazing forward while leaning back in the chair. As she carefully checked the overall feel of the painting against him, she realized something was missing.
Rafas noticed she had stopped painting and walked behind her to look at the artwork she had just finished. It was indeed him, and she seemed very pleased with it; however, something was definitely absent.
"Is this how I appear in your heart?" Rafas bent down to embrace her from behind. The man in her painting lacked the silver mask, but from his features and expression, it was clear that this man was indeed him—just missing his symbolic Silver Mask.
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