Chapter 257

Over their lunch, Juan told them about her life in Cannes, and it was almost four in the evening before they rose from the table overlooking the picturesque view. Juan glanced guiltily at the clock and said. “I must make a move, or my brother will nag me the entire evening if I am late for his evening coffee!”

She declared, holding out a slim, white-gloved hand to Gale. Thank you, Mr Harris, for a wonderful afternoon.” Then she walked away, smiling and refusing Gale’s attempt to find her a taxi. She told them that she loved strolling around after having lunch as it helps in digestion.

Darcy watched her go with a lump in her throat and said. “It is very rare to find people like her who are happy with whatever little they have.”

“Yes, that’s called being content?” His black eyes looked at her mysteriously.

“But I feel sad for them.” Darcy’s expression was suddenly pale as she genuinely felt she had found a gem in Juan.

“Don’t be. They will survive with wh