Where Is Our Hero?
Days were passing by, and Sylvia was slowly getting closer and closer to her goal of winning Favian's trust. And her greatest achievement so far was that he trusted her enough to allow her to step out of the villa though he had set his rules and boundaries that Sylvia couldn't and didn't break.
Carrying his breakfast on a fresh sunny morning, she ambled toward the stables at the east of the villa. Favian had a special obsession with tall and fast beasts. He had fine breeds of horses in his stables. Twice every month, he liked to sit there, enjoying watching his horses and riding his most favourite ones.
He smiled, noticing Sylvia on her way. Favian was slowly falling harder and harder for that woman. He didn't know what was remarkable about her. Perhaps her easy acceptance of things or her obedience. Whatever it was, he was surely falling into her traps, and he didn't even mind it.
Sylvia smiled widely, leaning forward to place the tray in her hands on the table.