Faith, of course, stayed with Ross that day.
They spent the entire ti tangled in sheets, alternating between passionate lovemaking and lazy conversations, exactly in that order.
It was a day filled with intimacy and laughter, their connection deepening with every passing hour.
When night fell, they had dinner together, a rare mont of calm after hours of indulgence.
Afterward, they turned on the TV, expecting to relax, but what they saw left them stunned. Discover exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire
"The well-known philanthropist Faith Richards has been reported missing since last night," the news anchor announced, their tone grave.
"Her family is offering a reward of up to one million dollars for any information that could lead to her safe return. If you have any information, please contact the following numbers..."
Faith stared at the screen in disbelief. Her mouth hung open as the announcent replayed in her mind.
"Oh god!" she blurted out, panic setting in.
"I turned off my phone last night, and Tristan must have freaked out when he couldn't find ."
She hurriedly grabbed her phone, her hands shaking as she turned it back on.
Notifications flooded in—missed calls, frantic ssages, and voicemails. Without wasting a mont, she called her parents.
"Mom, Dad, I'm fine! There's no need to worry," she assured them, doing her best to sound calm.
"I just needed so ti to myself, that's all. I'll explain everything when I get back."
Her parents were relieved, though their voices carried a mix of concern and frustration.
After the call, Faith noticed several missed calls from Tristan.
Her expression darkened, and she didn't hesitate—she blocked his number without a second thought.
Ross watched her with a raised eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.
"Everything okay?" he asked, his voice steady and reassuring.
Faith let out a sigh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I need to go back now," she said, her tone firm yet reluctant.
Ross leaned forward, his gaze locking onto hers. "Do you need any help?"
Faith paused, the weight of her situation pressing down on her. After a mont, she nodded and offered him a soft smile.
"Yeah… I think I might."
Ross returned the smile, his confidence unwavering. "Then let's take care of it together."
Faith felt a sense of reassurance as she prepared to face the storm waiting for her.
With Ross by her side, she knew she wasn't alone.
They quickly dressed and headed to Faith's charity building.
Ross chose not to bring his car, opting instead to join Faith in hers, letting her take the wheel.
The drive took over thirty minutes, the two of them sitting in comfortable silence, the weight of the situation lingering between them.
When they arrived at the modest two-story building, the sight of children running to greet Faith was imdiate and heartwarming.
"Miss Faith!"
"You're back!"
"I thought you left us!"
The children sward around her, hugging her tightly, so of them bursting into tears.
Their emotions overwheld Faith, and tears welled up in her own eyes.
"Where would I go? You're my family," she said, her voice trembling as she knelt down to embrace them all.
"Of course, I was going to co back. I just had to go away to fix sothing. But I'm here now, and I promise—I'm not going anywhere again without telling you, okay?"
Her tears fell freely, but even in this vulnerable mont, Faith's beauty shone brighter than ever, a radiant mix of love and compassion.
Ross watched her from a few steps away, captivated.
She looked even more stunning than usual, her sincerity and care making her glow in his eyes.
His body reacted instinctively—he felt a sudden rush of heat and hardened instantly.
But Ross quickly forced himself to focus, shaking his head.
This wasn't the ti or place for such thoughts.
He crossed his arms and leaned casually against the car, reminding himself why they were here.
Faith stood, wiping her tears and smiling down at the children.
"Now, who's ready to tell what I've missed?" she asked warmly, her voice filled with affection.
The children began excitedly sharing stories, their laughter echoing through the building.
Ross stayed in the background, a quiet observer to this tender reunion, but a small smile tugged at his lips.
Watching Faith like this only made him want her more, though he knew there were other priorities to handle first.
The reunion was sweet and heartfelt, as if they hadn't seen each other in years, even though it had only been one night and one day.
Faith's presence brought a sense of comfort and joy that lit up the entire room.
Beep. A car honked outside, breaking through the laughter and chatter.
"That's . I ordered pizzas for everyone," Ross said casually.
All the children turned to look at him, their eyes wide with recognition.
Many of them knew him—his face was impossible to miss, given his popularity.
A few looked like they wanted to ask him questions, their curiosity evident, but the arrival of food quickly stole their attention.
Excitent rippled through the room as the kids helped carry in the stacks of pizza boxes.
Ross and Faith stood off to the side, watching as the impromptu feast brought even more life to the building.
An hour later, the cheerful atmosphere was interrupted by soone barging into their gathering.
"Faith!"
The voice was deep and commanding, and everyone turned toward the entrance.
There stood a tall, strikingly handso man. His sharp features and confident posture made him impossible to ignore.
This was none other than Tristan—Faith's boyfriend.
Tristan's expression lit up the mont he saw Faith, excitent and relief evident in his eyes.
But as his gaze shifted to Ross, the warmth drained from his face.
Recognition dawned, and his handso features imdiately soured.
His jaw tightened, his posture stiffening as his eyes darted between Faith and Ross, suspicion and confusion flickering across his face.
"Faith," Tristan said, his tone sharp and questioning, "what's going on here?"
Faith, noticing the tension building, quickly stepped in. Her voice turned serious, carrying a calm authority.
"Let's take this upstairs," she said firmly, her eyes eting Tristan's in a silent plea for understanding.
Ross watched the exchange silently, his relaxed deanor unshaken, though a subtle smirk played at the corner of his lips.
Without a word, he crossed his arms and leaned casually against the wall, clearly unbothered by Tristan's arrival.
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