Trapped in Love Miss Arogan
16.

"Sorry, but where are we going, sir?" asked the driver who had been listening to the conversation between his boss and assistant.

Mr. Romanov turned his head, looked at the driver and replied, "We go straight to the main mansion!"

"Okay sir." said the driver nodding obediently, without turning his head. He started the engine, then slowly pumped the gas, took the car out of the parking lot and started driving away from the airport.

"This city." murmured Mr. Romanov as he stared leisurely out the window of his car. "...i think the city has changed a lot."

Hearing the muttering of the master, Paul immediately turned his head. "Yes sir, I agree."

"The city looks much more modern and looks like a very advanced city." Mr. Romanov kept staring out the window, paying attention to the surroundings.

"I think it's because many new high-rise buildings are built, sir." said Paul who was immediately nodded by the employer. Paul then continued his words. "According to the info I heard, some companies have indeed set up new office buildings in this city in recent years, sir."

Mr. Romanov nodded in understanding. "This city is indeed far more advanced and also beautifully arranged than before. I mean five years ago, before I decided to move to Japan. Very much different..."

Paul nodded, smiling and saying, "This city is experiencing economic growth and also very fast infrastructure, sir!"

"Yes! I can see it clearly." said Mr. Romanov. Only then did his eyes look back out the window, staring at the cars that had passed his car. "It's natural, this is the capital, the construction must have been much faster and also better compared to other cities."

Mr. Romanov then added. "Look! The design of some buildings also looks very beautiful." Mr. Romanov leaned his back against the back of the car seat, while his eyes continued to look at the luxurious and beautiful building on the side of the road.

"But the design of your hotel building is no less beautiful sir" said Paul in a tone of praise and it seems Mr. Romanov agreed.

"Yes. I paid a huge price for the design of the hotel." replied Mr. Romanov. "The cost of construction is no joke either."

"True sir."

It took a while before Mr. Romanov finally resumed his sentence.

"Now I know the reason why Charlotte can be so comfortable here and continue to refuse to move to Japan with me." Mr. Romanov sighed slowly. "The city is too great to leave behind. He has everything here, too! Friends, possessions, fame.he already had all that."

"True sir." replied Paul in agreement. "I can say that Miss Lottie is now the number one model in the country, sir! Miss is very famous."

Mr. Romanov nodded with a smile. "of course. That's his skill.to be number one! He will do anything to be number one in every field." said Mr. Romanov full of pride.

Yes, he must be proud of his granddaughter's achievement. Yes, even though Charlotte is a troublemaker and always does things that harm her own good name and Clinton's size, but still, the girl's achievements cannot be underestimated.

"Yes, sir. Since childhood Miss Lottie has had many achievements." Paul nodded in agreement. "That's because the lady is indeed very ambitious, sir."

"Yes, she is just like her mother." said Mr. Romanov then he smiled sadly. "And somehow I'm sure that the other reason he refused to leave this city is because he has so many memories of his late parents here."

"Yes sir. The graves of Mr. Robert and Ms. Mary are also in the city. I also feel that is one of the reasons why Miss Lottie must have been reluctant and even refused to move to Japan with you." Paul is giving his opinion.

Mr. Romanov smiled bitterly. "I realized after the death of my son and daughter-in-law, Charlotte's nature and attitude became much different. She's become a girl who's delinquent, troublemaking and very difficult to manage."

"I'm sure, in this time, Miss must have been lonely because she had to grow up without the late Mr. Robert and Mrs Mary, as her parents." Paul is also reminded of Charlotte's childhood, which he finds very sad.

"Yes, you're right, Paul." Mr. Romanov nodded.

Mr. Romanov then smiled a little. "She's been living without parents ever since she was ten and it makes me smell good. That's why a year later I brought Xander from the orphanage where we used to donate money. At that time I was pretty sure that Xander would be a good brother and friend to Charlotte."

Paul smiled and nodded. "And your estimate is correct sir. In the end young master Xander can make the lady a little better. Since the arrival of Mr. Xander, the lady had even stopped being angry at the servants and was able to smile again. And his life is also much more controlled than ever."

"Yes you're right." replied Mr. Romanov. "He's getting a lot better, even though it's still hard to manage."

Mr. Romanov stared at the overcast sky, making him suddenly think of something. He held up his seat and looked at the personal assistant. "Paul can we stop by the flower shop first? There's something I want to buy."

"Okay sir!" Paul nodded politely and immediately signaled the driver to go to the nearest florist he knew.

And finally, after several crossroads, the car stopped in front of a fairly large flower shop.

"Wait here for a second, Paul!" said Mr. Romanov signaled to the assistant.

"Let me go down sir!" haggar Paul.

"No! Me, you wait here!" reject Mr. Romanov firmly who then in reply nod obediently from his subordinates.

He got back in the car with a white rose. He stared fixedly at the white rose before finally putting it near his chair with a faint smile.

"For Miss Lottie sir, the flowers?" Paul asked with a smile on his face.

"For Lottie?" mr. Romanov immediately laughed crisply then shook his head. "That fussy girl doesn't like flowers." explains Mr. Romanov.

"And as I recall, Lottie also really hated roses because it made her always remember her mother" he added.

"Ahh, right!" Paul nodded in agreement.

Mr. Romanov was silent for a moment as he glanced at the rose next to him.

"This flower is for my son, Marianne. She loves white roses!" mr. Romanov said as he stared blankly at the flower bucket next to him.

Hearing the explanation from Mr. Romanov. Paul and the driver next to him immediately lowered their heads simultaneously. Either there is a deep sense of regret that now rushes from his heart when he knows the fact for whom exactly the master bought the flower.

Mr. Romanov smiled. He alternately looked at the assistant and the driver who was now looking down sadly. "It's okay, you don't have to feel so guilty."

"Sorry sir, I-"

"It's okay, just calm down!" mr. Romanov looked at the two subordinates with warmth and then smiled. "Now take me to the cemetery. I want to visit my son and daughter-in-law for a minute."

"Good sir."

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*Cemetery Areas.

A strong wind started blowing flying the leaves as well as the dried twigs to the ground. Black cloud clumps began to move shutting the blue sky as if adding a sad impression to anyone who saw.

Mr. Romanov stared softly at the tombstone before him. It had been almost half an hour more the middle-aged man had spent his time at the funeral. He stood looking up at the tombstone that read Marianne Clinton, her only child who died in an accident a few years ago.

"Mary, I'm sorry that you've only been able to visit you now, after five years. These few years I've been very busy taking care of my overseas office."

Mr. Romanov then lowered his head while closing his eyes. He tried to hold back the tears that were about to come out as it endured the grief.

Moments later, Mr. Romanov looked up and reopened his closed eyes. He smiled, trying to face the sadness of his heart with a strong feeling. Mr. Romanov then looked at the other tombstone. The tombstone is located right next to the child's grave. It was the tomb of his son-in-law, Robert Anderson.

"How are you doing there, Robert?" said mr. Romanov. "Are you happy with my daughter there? I hope you're happy there too. I love you too, my daughter-in-law!" continued.

"You know? Charlotte, your little princess is a big girl now. And she grew up to be a very beautiful girl. It looks like Mary!" mister Romanov said with a bland smile.

"I'm sure that you can definitely see how perfect he is, from where you are up there!" mister Romanov said as he stared at the overcast sky.

Mr. Romanov was slightly jolted when he suddenly felt a soft pat on his right shoulder.

"Sorry sir. But it looks like the sky is cloudy, I think it will soon rain. It's time to go home, sir" exclaimed the assistant who was now staring at the master with a sad look.

Mr. Romanov turned to the assistant, then he smiled briefly. "Paul, I've been leaving them for the last few years."

The assistant smiled. He nodded while Mr. Romanov stared blankly at the two gravestones.

"I miss them so much" said Mr. Romanov softly. "It looks like it took me a little longer here to meet them. You just wait in the car, I'll be done in a few minutes" he continued.

The assistant nodded again then chose to walk away leaving the master alone in that place.

A strong wind again blew on Mr. Romanov's face. The old man closed his eyes again, feeling the breeze of the wind moving past him.

He squeezed the rose bucket firmly in his hand. Mr. Romanov opened his eyes again and then bowed half his body, trying to put the white rose bucket on the child's tombstone.

"Dad has to go now. But I promise I'll see you guys later." he said again.

Mr. Romanov then went slowly. Stepped out of the cemetery and decided to return to the mansion. He plans to meet his two grandchildren there.

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