Chapter One Hundred And Ninety Eight
Mateo’s POV
The gentle, warm breeze blowing off the Mediterranean Sea carried the sweet, rich scent of blooming orange blossoms and fresh saltwater. Underneath the bright, brilliant blue sky of southern Spain, the ancient stone walls of our private rental villa glowed with a soft, magical golden color. There were no dark, heavy gray rain clouds like the ones we had left behind in Manchester. There were no flashing paparazzi cameras hiding in the green bushes, no cruel high-society journalists waiting to scribble nasty words in the morning newspapers, and no heavy corporate drama weighing down our shoulders.
We had completely escaped the noise of the world. We had found our own piece of pure, sunlit paradise in a quiet, secluded coastal town just outs
