Ronan walked out of the single storey, any- time- crumbling house which was already breathing its last weary shots. The lord cast a look behind on the closed door, which had shut behind him with a bang.
The mere act of glancing back was definitely not his usual style, let alone halting at the doorsteps and thinking again. Pondering over his acts was not his personality trait, perhaps that's why Ronan Ross could not recognize the amount of pain he had given to his wife.
Niall was still quizzical upon the actions of his master, of course Ronan Ross the man who was impossible to persuade seemed a completely different person.
The right hand man did not expect even in his wildest dreams that Renna Amaryllis could jawbone his master, Ronan Ross into a forced negotiations. It was definitely not that the mafia king could not comprehend Renna's game but perhaps Ronan himself wanted to lay his guard down.
