  &quot;And now they are back. For what again? She thought.
  &quot;Michael is the village philanthropist,&quot; His grandmother said, breaking into her thoughts. He built the hospital, school, and company we have in this village. He was the one who brought all these social amenities to the village. The roads were his doing too. But he doesn t like people to know about what he does.
  &quot;He did all that?&quot; She asked calmly. She was already getting used to finding out things that say quite the opposite of who she thought Michael to be. Who he wants people to think he is.
  &quot;Yes. He said that s his way of giving back to his village and its people&quot; His grandmother said
  &quot;Giving back?&quot; Mitchell thought. She could almost swear; he didn t like the village that treated him like an outcast. A village that wasn t very friendly to him but still, he had thought to give b

  &quot;I should.&quot; He agreed. 
  Mitchell raised her face to look at him, she wanted to know why he chooses to appear mean and arrogant when he has a very kind side to him, but rather than ask, she shook her head and returned her gaze to the ground, picked up a stick lying on the sand beneath her feet and started to draw patterns on the ground with it.
  Michael watched her; he d seen she was about to ask him something but had decided against it. She became engrossed with the pattern she was drawing or probably lost in thought. Her hair spills over her face as the breeze gently blows. She didn t bother to put it to order. 
  &quot;She still looks very lovely with her hair a mess like that,&quot; Michael thought. And intelligent. He loved the way she handled and comported herself during their evening at the Williamson, especially after he had announced their engagement. Some of the l

  &quot;Okay. I will be right back&quot; he said, before leaving.
  &quot;You love him.&quot;
  &quot;Pardon?&quot; Mitchell said, turning to look at his grandmother. She didn t realize her eyes had been fixed on Michael walking away.
  &quot;I said you love him,&quot; Emily repeated
  She smiled. &quot;Is it so obvious?&quot; She asked.
  &quot;To a woman like me, it is.&quot; She answered softy
  Mitchell smiled. Then shrugged.
  &quot;He adores you,&quot; Emily said.
  &quot;You think so?&quot; Mitchell asked.
  He is my grandson and I know him better than anyone else. I have never seen him look that pleased. Not since he was a kid.
  Mitchell narrowed her eyes in surprise. &quot;That long?&quot;
  &quot;Yes,&quot; Emily answered, placing her hand on Mitchell s. Please be patient with him. He is not as mean and unkind as he wants the world to believe. He has only been alone and lonely

&quot;And now they are back. For what again? She thought.
  &quot;Michael is the village philanthropist,&quot; His grandmother said, breaking into her thoughts. He built the hospital, school, and company we have in this village. He was the one who brought all these social amenities to the village. The roads were his doing too. But he doesn t like people to know about what he does.
  &quot;He did all that?&quot; She asked calmly. She was already getting used to finding out things that say quite the opposite of who she thought Michael to be. Who he wants people to think he is.
  &quot;Yes. He said that s his way of giving back to his village and its people&quot; His grandmother said
  &quot;Giving back?&quot; Mitchell thought. She could almost swear; he didn t like the village that treated him like an outcast. A village that wasn t very friendly to him but still, he had thought to give back to them. 
  The man is the most unpredictable she had met.
  So, whenever he was around, the

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