Chapter 203

• At the end of the afternoon, Roshene sent Max the address of her house so they could bring George's necessary belongings, and that was the perfect excuse for them to stay texting and sending voice messages on WhatsApp until late at night. Little Barclay, of course, was more than delighted and happier than ever, frolicking and playing nonstop on the huge king bed. The excited Russian took the opportunity to send photos and videos of her little brother to the tycoon, while he longed to be able to share that moment with them. Considering the idea of Roshene as his wife, having a life together with George and their own children, was something exceptional, perfect, and grandiose. However, he also knew it was an unattainable dream."
• At midnight, they finally stopped writing to each other, and in the solitude of his bedroom, the brunette sat on his bed disturbed. What the hell was he doing thinking about having something with her? "he reproached himself. Why did he insist on looking for her, if in the end, it wouldn't lead anywhere? He couldn't continue in that situation, hurting himself, getting his hopes up, and damaging himself. He couldn't just be her friend either, because he loved her madly, passionately. So, if he continued seeing her, it would be more than harmful for him, for his heart, for his feelings. Seeing her had been wrong, because every time he was with her, every time he looked into her eyes and had her close, he forgot about the world against them. They were so strictly and socially forbidden to each other that a relationship between them would be catastrophic, despite both being free individuals."
• They had agreed to meet the next day, but he was so distraught, so weak, that he didn't feel strong enough to see her. He was sure he wouldn't be able to resist any longer if he kept seeing her. Therefore, undoubtedly, the best decision he could make was to distance himself.