Chapter 19

Blake was certain Elena had seen him. But she only paused for the briefest moment before turning away and walking out of the garden without so much as a glance back. Even that fleeting hesitation felt so quick, he wondered if he had imagined it. As he tried to follow, the estate staff blocked his way. No matter how desperately he insisted on seeing Elena, their response remained polite yet firmly unyielding. "Apologies, sir. This is a private residence. Without the host's permission, we cannot allow you entry. You may first contact our host if you wish to arrange a visit." Blake clenched his fists. Elena had already blocked him. As for Dante's number, even his own father didn't have it—how could he possibly get in touch with him? But seeing her again after so long, there was no way he was going to give up. So, he did the most reckless thing he could think of—he bought a megaphone and stood outside the gates, shouting at the top of his lungs. "Elle, it's me! I'm Blake, your belov