All Chapters of The Measure Of Love - Book 2: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The island glowed; It looked like something out of a painting. The waves crashed on the rocks and the sky was clear. The great house took on a different tone. The green of the trees was welcoming. There was hardly any wind blowing and that was something of a novelty."It's like I haven't been here for years," Angela whispered."That's the truth," Nora growled.

The traffic was heavy; rush hour. The lanes of vehicles moved slowly, and Nora began to despair among all that tangle of metal and tires.-Oh, my God. This is unbearable."Calm down," Angy suggested. Is soon."Okay, we still have time, but we won't get there at this rate." Have you seen the number of cars ahead?

He was driving the car at full speed. His tie was too tight for him so he preferred to loosen the knot a bit. He was able to breathe easier. He looked at his watch every few minutes, wanting to get there as soon as possible. He was already late anyway, so he hoped the situation wouldn't get worse. He pitied himself; he hadn't had a chance to finish before. The damn meeting had gone on longer than expected and until they signed the agreement, he had not been able to flee.I knew what was waiting for him. His wife's family, his mother-in-law's birthday. An adventure. But he had no reason to refuse to go; instead, there was one strong enough to drag him there. A green-eyed woman would be present, and of course he was dying

Nora had led Angy out of earshot of the others. I was in a rage. He couldn't believe that his older sister could have made such a huge mistake.-You are crazy? He growled. How could you forget?Angy didn't know what to say. I was puzzled and pale. Confused by her forgetfulness."I don't know how it could have happened." It was in my old room when I

For some incomprehensible and terrifying reason, Dorian's car had been involved in an accident, spilling onto the road and going straight into the water. The mass of iron was sinking slowly, exposing the rear of the vehicle.Angela was paralyzed; dead in life. No oxygen, no soul. He refused to believe it was true. She was unable to react, until a little voice inside her head urged her to have her brain send commands to her muscles, burning glucose to act as it should. She ran off, automatically shedding her heels, shuffling barefoot on the grass.