I decided to go for a jog around the property with Ajax the following morning. I wanted to remain closer to the mansion instead of the beach today. After just ten minutes, I was panting and making a good speed when I saw two figures in the garden by the wisteria trees and stopped.
Ana was standing with her hands locked around her chest in a physical display of frustration and anger with her back to Dimitri. Dimitri was sitting on a marble bench, one of his hands placed casually on his huge thigh, the other wondering off in the air like he was begging for forgiveness and trying to explain something to her. The scene looked like a lover’s quarrel and was not at all my place to walk by and be noticed. They definitely needed their privacy.
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