This morning, the sun seemed to be doing its best to fight off the winter chill. Even under the bright sunlight, the cold still lingered—but this warmth felt welcome in the crisp air.
At Greyson’s house, everyone was having breakfast rather hurriedly. But Greyson, ever since his conversation with Lena the night before, had disappeared shortly after Nico and Max left—and hadn’t returned since.
Lena, supporting herself with crutches, had carefully made her way down the stairs to the dining table. She was trying to eat, but her eyes kept drifting toward the front door. She was waiting… for Greyson. And somewhere deep inside, she was worried too.
Just then, the head maid approached her and said gently,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnfz2CwSIoD
“Ma’am, sir has sent a driver to take you back to the mansion. There’s also a full security detail with the car… and he called personally to say you should come.”
Lena finished her breakfast quickly and, using her crutches, walked outside. She wore a soft blush pink top, white trousers, and a white winter coat that matched her tall black boots. As she stepped out and took a deep breath, she realized it had been days since she had breathed so freely—without fear… without panic.
Her eyes wandered across the open space. She slowly descended the steps and paused near the door to take in the view of the lawn. It wasn’t very large, but it was beautiful. And right in the center stood a magnificent fountain—it looked almost magical in the morning light.
Then her gaze turned to Greyson’s house.
It wasn’t particularly big. And for someone like Greyson—director of such a powerful agency, a man who clearly didn’t lack money—it was odd that he chose to live here. Why? Why this house? Her mind filled with quiet questions.
But then she smiled faintly… and got into the car.
To her surprise, a security car flanked her vehicle on every side—front, back, left, and right. Greyson had taken a huge risk just by bringing her out of the house. She understood now—he was following her grandfather’s words, honoring his request… protecting her.
But was that the only reason?
Lena suddenly found her thoughts shifting.
Had she seen something more in Greyson’s eyes? Something deeper?
She shook her head quickly, scolding herself.
No, I’m overthinking. That’s not what this is… and I shouldn’t let myself believe otherwise.
She turned her face to the window, silently fighting the thoughts inside her heart.
Thanks to the heater, the car was warm and cozy, unlike the world outside. Last night, there had been light snowfall, and now the roads were scattered with white. Children were playing in the snow with their friends, laughter echoing, tiny hands crafting snowmen with pure joy on their faces.
They looked so full of life.
Lena watched them… and memories stirred.
She thought of her grandfather.
He had always been strict, stern, and regal—but after her parents’ death, something in him had changed. The sharpness in his tone disappeared. The roar in his presence quieted. He had become softer… gentler… and heartbreakingly silent.
And in his silence, Lena had found the most powerful kind of love...........
Passing through a middle-class neighborhood, Lena’s car—along with the surrounding security vehicles—finally entered a high-end housing society. Here, elegant mansions lined both sides of the road, each one grander than the next.
Her car slowed to a stop in front of a stunning white mansion. As the grand gates swung open, the convoy rolled inside. Lena’s vehicle went straight up to the main entrance, while the rest parked in the designated parking area to the left.
As Lena stepped out, the driver quietly pulled the car away. She stood in front of the mansion's broad steps, eyes wandering, taking everything in.
The mansion stood raised above the lawn and inner driveway. All around her, flowers bloomed in endless rows, and the lawn was a lush, flawless green. Beautifully sculpted fountains dotted the grounds, their flowing water creating a soft, serene sound that filled the air like background music.
Instead of heading directly inside, Lena took a step toward the lawn.
Lavender bushes surrounded the mansion, their soft purple swaying gently with the breeze. Against the white walls of the estate, they painted a breathtaking picture. For the first time in so long… Lena felt fresh. Alive.
She wandered slowly, admiring every flower with a childlike fascination. Supported by her crutches, she walked gently through the garden, humming a soft tune as she reached out and touched the petals like they were fragile secrets.
Then suddenly—she turned.
And there he was.
Greyson.
Standing beside one of the fountains, leaning casually, hands tucked in the pockets of his brown slacks. His black shirt hugged his tall frame, and his dark hair fell slightly across his forehead. But it was his eyes—shadowed, tired, and yet somehow calm—that gave away the sleepless night he’d endured.
Lena’s face lit up. She smiled and began walking toward him.
Greyson didn’t move. He simply watched her approach, silent and still.
She reached the fountain and sat on the nearby bench before asking softly,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ7xRVsFTFs
“When did you get here?”
He gave her a slight smile.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx6V5tj08ke
“I’ve been here.”
Then he gestured to the right side of the mansion where a large glass wall stood.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgDwmo3ppyi
“I was in the study. I saw you through the window… you looked so captivated by the flowers, I just… came out here.”
Lena glanced around, her eyes sparkling.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6hUN24WJQ0
“This place is so beautiful,” she said. “I love it here. And these flowers… I think I’ve fallen in love with them.”
Greyson chuckled, his eyes teasing.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMZhGtPLCPh
“Do you fall in love this easily with everything?”
His playful tone caught her off guard. Lost in her thoughts, she instinctively nodded hard and said,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6bICA9McLm
“Yes, absolutely.”
Then she froze, realizing what she’d just said. Turning quickly, she saw him looking at her, lips pressed together, clearly trying not to laugh.
Flustered, Lena stammered,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4iAu3GxT8a
“N-no! I mean… anyone would fall in love with these flowers, right?”
Trying to steer the conversation away, she added,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVhGnlNAQAf
“Where were you last night? You didn’t come back. Didn’t sleep either, did you?”
Concern touched her voice.
Greyson sighed, pressing his thumbs gently to his eyelids.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7VX2uV5ogK
“No… I was working on a case. Didn’t get the chance to rest.”
Lena nodded slowly. Then she glanced at the fountains, her voice softening.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXpDrKDtKJC
“They’re so beautiful. Did you have these installed?”
A flicker of memory crossed Greyson’s face. Still looking at the fountains, he replied,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtFem9Efov4
“No… they were my mom’s favorite. My dad had them built all around the garden for her.”
Lena sat quietly on the bench, and Greyson remained standing before her—hands in his pockets, a gentle smile on his lips.
From a distance, the two of them looked like a scene from a perfect painting.
Two people… burdened with silent pain, masked with soft smiles… sharing a few rare moments of peace in a world that had given them anything but.
It was only because Greyson had told her that it was getting too cold outside that Lena had finally agreed to come in. Otherwise, she was quite content to sit in the company of those stunning flowers just a little while longer.
Now, seated in the lounge, Lena found herself glaring—almost drilling holes—into the man across from her on the sofa: Max.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4dDto6BbHZ
Just moments ago, after Greyson had taken her on a small tour of the mansion, she had come here to relax. Greyson had told her that Max was more like a brother to him than a friend. A few minutes later, this so-called Max had dramatically entered the room… and now sat directly across from her, staring like she was a museum exhibit.
Tired of his relentless staring, Lena finally snapped.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgPqsI38uAs
“Excuse me… but may I ask who you are?”
Max, with a dramatic flair, replied as if doing her a favor,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSRTlNb5ADr
“I’m very handsome and extremely rich.”
Lena rolled her eyes.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWkFDyIzjou
“I meant your name, not your ego.”
Max straightened with pride.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZI3reoltO1
“Max. Max Benette.”
Lena smiled subtly.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡemY2hKRTkc
“And may I know, Mister Mix Bean, why you’ve been staring at me like I owe you money?”
The color drained from Max’s face, then returned with a crimson fury. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes, clearly struggling to hold himself together.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoTFCotx3oq
“It’s Max Benette,” he growled, “Not Mix Beans!”
Great, he thought bitterly. As if I didn’t already have enough people trying to humiliate me, now there’s one more.
Lena shrugged, her tone airy and dismissive.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoxXMWcCHHE
“What’s the difference? Same thing.”
That was it.
Max shot up from the sofa and stormed out of the lounge in theatrical annoyance.
As soon as he left, Lena let out a soft breath and relaxed, stretching her legs onto the couch, her gaze drifting lazily to the window.
Greyson was near the mansion’s front entrance, deep in conversation over a phone call, when he saw Max stomping outside like a soldier on a one-man protest march. He had literally seen Max go into the lounge just a few minutes ago. What now?
Finishing his call, Greyson walked over to him. Max was pacing with one hand tucked behind his back like a grumbling general.
“Why are you wasting your shoe leather like that, man?” Greyson asked, amused.
Max didn’t respond—just waved him off dismissively.
Unbothered, Greyson followed alongside him, waiting.
Finally, Max exploded,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmSrqzPfTt7
“She asked me my name, right? So I told her. MAX. The great MAX BENETTE. And you know what that five-foot-tall menace calls me?”
Greyson raised an eyebrow.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNXgmMZxL1H
“What?”
“She called me Mister Mix Beans!”
Greyson clapped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying not to laugh.
Max saw it.
“Don’t. Laugh. You look awful when you laugh like that,” he grumbled.
Greyson was losing the battle, shoulders shaking.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpQw6ByGQZ8
“Well, if it helps,” he managed between chuckles, “while I’m not around, Lena can handle the job of roasting you. You won’t even notice I’m gone.”
“I didn’t even say anything!” Max cried. “All I did was stare! How does that warrant public humiliation?!”
Greyson gave him a knowing look.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1JVBunzTkk
“And why exactly were you staring?”
Max, feigning deep offense, said dramatically,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBqJYi1sDK1
“Oh, I see how it is. You bring her in like a co-wife and expect me to just sit here and not look at her?!”
Greyson gave him a slow nod, lips twitching.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrcldl7gvyT
“Ahh… so that’s what’s bothering you.”
At that moment, Lena walked out of the lounge with a maid, heading toward her room. Greyson noticed her, then turned back to Max. He placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him toward the lawn.
“Forget that. Tell me—when you and Nico left my house last night… did anyone follow you?”
Max paused mid-stride, blinking.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA8OmOU3g8i
“Oh yeah! Someone was following us!” He frowned. “Wait… did you send me out in your outfit on purpose so the stalker would think I was you?”
Greyson nodded. “Exactly.”
Max narrowed his eyes.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuD3sZr5zbV
“Ah. That’s why you even gave me your beloved car. Normally, the world could end and you’d still never hand me your keys!”
Greyson just gave another silent nod.
Max snorted, spinning the car key on his finger.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfvtF5Dvtn9
“Well, I risked my life last night to fool that stalker. So I think it’s only fair that the clothes you gave me—those very stylish ones, by the way—now officially belong to me. And the watch. That branded beauty…”
Before he could continue, Greyson cut in,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9mcnrph8F9
“Keep it. I was planning to donate it to someone needy anyway. You just saved me the trouble.”
With a shrug, he shoved his hands into his pockets and began walking through the lawn, though his expression now had a trace of seriousness. His mind seemed elsewhere.
Max, now beaming, called out,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzQrFyPr6Gf
“Oh no, buddy. That old trick won’t work on me anymore. You can call it charity or an emotional goodbye—I don’t care. I’m keeping the lot!”
With that, he spun on his heel and walked toward his car, whistling.
Lena entered her room and gave it a brief glance before stepping out onto the terrace. The morning had lost its crispness, but the sunlight that glowed through the winter chill still brought a strange comfort. The terrace railing was half-covered in creeping green vines. To one side sat a small coffee table with a chair, and on the other, a soft egg-shaped swing gently hung in the breeze.
The room next to hers belonged to Greyson. And in this mansion, the terraces were designed so that although there was a border between each room's terrace, anyone standing by the railing could easily see the person on the adjacent one.
Lena quietly made her way to the swing, sat down with a cushion pulled close in her lap, and tilted her head back to gaze at the sky. A gentle smile touched her lips, tinted with melancholy.
“Look, Grandpa,” she whispered softly to the sky, “Your granddaughter is okay now. And she will make sure every single one of them pays for what they did to us.”
Her voice wavered slightly as she took a deep breath and leaned back, letting her weight settle into the swing.
“If only someone from our family was still alive… why did everyone leave so soon?” Her eyes shimmered as she stared up at the vast sky, searching for answers.
“And if everyone had to go so soon… why was I left behind? Why am I still alive?”
She closed her eyes. And behind her closed eyelids, a memory began to bloom—soft, fragile, and innocent.
There was a room. Toys were scattered everywhere—teddy bears, kitchen sets, dollhouses, and a dozen other colorful little things. In the middle of it all sat a tiny three-year-old girl in a black frock, her hair tied in two uneven ponytails. She was bent over a coloring book, happily humming to herself, completely absorbed.
A boy entered and sat in front of her, frowning. He looked a bit older than her, around five.
“Lena,” he said with mock seriousness, “what were you doing in the kitchen this morning?”
Startled, little Lena quickly shut her coloring book and leaned forward as if sharing a secret.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV8ticjiPw4
“Don’t tell anyone, Damien. Promise?”20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeX4imL5b1n
He gave a curt little nod, arms folded, his cap worn backwards.
Lena's honey-colored eyes lit up as she began telling her tale with dramatic hand gestures and exaggerated expressions.
“I read in a story that a girl left chocolates on the kitchen table at night… but when she woke up, they were gone!”
Her tiny voice grew hushed and eerie for effect.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMMyCr5pw1a
“So the next night, she hide and watched… and guess what she saw, Damien?”
Damien’s earlier annoyance faded. Now curious, he leaned in.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnQXg4OzXN8
“What? Tell me!”
Lena’s voice dropped to a whisper filled with awe,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhYIOnJWUbE
“She saw fairies! Real fairies came and took the chocolates! That’s why I was in the kitchen… waiting for them…”
But then her face fell, her excitement dimmed.
“They never came.” Her voice barely reached above a whisper. “I waited so long… but no one came.”
Damien scoffed from his spot.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM8BL9vLIvA
“Fairies aren’t real. That stuff’s all fake. You shouldn’t believe in it.”
He spoke like someone far beyond his years—five, going on fifty.
But as soon as he turned to face her again, he saw tears glistening in her eyes.
“Don’t say that,” she said, her voice breaking. “They do exist. Why would you say something like that?”
Damien hesitated. The sight of Lena crying shook him. He quickly scooted closer, his own voice now gentle.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1n0CK9PXPj
“Okay, okay! I’m sorry. You’re right. Fairies do exist.”
But Lena, already heartbroken, wiped her tears and said nothing.
Damien sighed and muttered,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuLqyUFTu3o
“Man, you cry so easily! Where do you even store all those tears?”
Then leaning in like a conspirator, he whispered,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeQNKagR55R
“Okay, listen—tonight, we’ll try again. This time, you can leave my chocolates too. I bet if we double the offer, the fairies will come.”
Lena’s face lit up. She wiped her tears with her tiny fists, eyes sparkling with hope.
“Really? You’ll come with me this time?”
Damien smiled and nodded.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRbDlYODMhm
“Promise.”
With a squeal of happiness, Lena threw her arms around him.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwEG1hF7YhH
“Thank you! Thank you, Dami!”
Whenever she was truly happy, she’d call him “Dami.”
And Damien? He just smiled quietly… as if he knew even back then that moments like these don’t last forever.
As Lena sank deeper into the warmth of her memories, a soft smile bloomed on her face. The kind of smile that’s born not from happiness—but from a gentle ache, a longing for something forever gone.
She whispered under her breath, her voice a breeze in the cold winter air,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgEpIbJztFF
“Dami… I wish you were still here with me. You were the only cousin I had… and my only friend. I wish you never left.”
Her heart ached as her mind replayed those early fragments of a childhood far too brief. She had only been three years old when Damien left—taken away by his parents, never to return. Yet even after all this time, that little boy never left her thoughts.
There weren’t many memories of him—just a few vivid flashes. But those few were etched deep into her soul. Damien had been her safe place, her partner in mischief, the only person who knew her little world. She still remembered the way he stood up for her, made her laugh, and promised her that fairies were real just so she’d stop crying.
Even now, Lena could recall the day everything changed. When Damien’s father was cast out of the house by her grandfather—because of the sins and crimes he had committed—Damien had left with him… never to return.
She cried for days. Not the tantrum-filled cries of a child wanting a toy—these were quiet, soul-deep sobs of a little girl who had lost something she didn’t fully understand. Her tiny body fell sick for days. But no one brought him back.
And he never returned.
He vanished from her life… but never from her heart.
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A little while later, Lena stepped back into her room from the terrace, leaving the sliding glass door half-open. The crisp morning had begun to lose its bite, but the sunlight still offered a gentle comfort in the chill. She walked over to the closet and opened it—completely empty. Every shelf, every hanger, bare. With a sigh, she moved into the bathroom, washed her hands and face, then stepped back out—only to find the headmaid standing patiently by the door, as if waiting just for her.
The maid smiled politely.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDoqKX72Ijx
“Lunch is ready, ma’am. Please join us downstairs.”
Lena returned the smile with a nod.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHqTIfiTveM
“I’ll be down in just a minute.”
The maid left, and after a few moments, Lena walked into the grand dining hall and pulled out the chair just beside the head of the table. The hall was exquisitely designed. One side was entirely made of tall glass windows, offering a stunning view of the back lawn. Lavender bloomed wildly out there, surrounding a large swimming pool. Poolside chairs and a parasol stood in wait for the sunseekers.
The table was already set with a delicious spread—but Lena hadn’t touched a single item. She sat, lost in thought, eyes fixed on the garden outside. The maid returned and stood beside her with that same practiced kindness.
“Please begin, ma’am. Or, if there’s anything else you’d prefer, I can have it made right away.”
Lena smiled faintly and shook her head.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVJiW6Ht8u6
“No, thank you. This is fine.”
Then, after a pause, she asked quietly,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6vLD2JERko
“Does Greyson not have lunch?”
The maid responded gently,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ8huKulNmt
“He received a call from the agency a short while ago. He’s gone there.”
Lena nodded absently and began spooning a bit of food onto her plate. Another maid poured her a glass of juice and water, placing them to her right. But Lena wasn’t paying attention—her mind was elsewhere as she absentmindedly leaned forward to slide a dish closer. In doing so, her elbow nudged the edge of the juice jug. It tipped.
The glass jug crashed to the ground, spilling its contents all over her clothes. Startled, Lena jumped back, trying to brush off the sticky liquid. A maid rushed in, alarmed by the sound.
“I’m so sorry,” Lena said, genuinely flustered. “I don’t know how it happened…”
The maid shook her head kindly.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcT1BYMdk45
“It’s no problem at all, ma’am. Please go upstairs and change. I’ll clean this up.”
“But I don’t have any clothes with me,” Lena said helplessly, her voice almost teary. “Greyson said my luggage would arrive by evening… I didn’t bring anything with me.”
The maid hesitated, then offered a solution.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfxclqusap8
“There’s one way, ma’am… If you don’t mind wearing one of Mr. Greyson’s shirts and trousers until yours are dry, I’ll launder these right away.”
Lena’s eyes widened in horror.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXDVkOoCq7F
“N-no! What if Greyson sees? What will he think?!”
“Don’t worry, ma’am,” the maid reassured her. “I’ll make sure everything is back in its place before he returns.”
Lena chewed her lip in thought, then gave a reluctant nod.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPk0J1V9dML
“Okay… but can you bring me something?”
The maid chuckled softly, rolling up her sleeves.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡef5zLtL95g
“I’ll clean this mess first. In the meantime, you can go to Mr. Greyson’s room and pick something yourself.”
“You want me to go?” Lena pointed at herself, surprised.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpolqDcLHSw
“Yes, yes! Please do,” the maid said quickly before rushing off.
Lena took a deep breath, stood outside Greyson’s door, and swallowed hard before slowly stepping in. The closet loomed in front of her like a challenge. She opened it quickly.
Inside was an entire wardrobe of suits, ties, expensive cufflinks, and watches. Everything was perfectly arranged. In the other section, she spotted a simple black t-shirt and pulled it out. It was enormous—she could probably fit three of herself inside it. Still, she had no choice. She picked out a pair of grey trousers, folded the hems over several times to shorten them, and hurried back to her room to change.
The trousers were laughably long, the shirt loose enough to look like it hung off a coat rack. But she made do. She handed her stained clothes to the maid and returned to the dining hall for lunch.
She was ravenous now. After skipping dinner and breakfast, her appetite had caught up. Forgetting her awkward outfit, she began eating earnestly with her hands—uncaring of forks and knives. Meanwhile, the headmaid had taken Lena’s clothes and was drying them near the fireplace before heading outside to pick fresh flowers for the room’s vase, as Lena had requested earlier.
Just then, Greyson’s car pulled up in the porch.
He stepped out and immediately asked for Lena. The maid froze a little, nervously gulping.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMeRoXI6ceI
“She’s in the dining hall, having lunch…”
Something about the maid’s tone made Greyson pause—but he moved on. He entered the hall, and through the open doorway, spotted her.
Lena was happily eating away, completely immersed in her food, wearing his oversized clothes.
Greyson’s steps slowed as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. The sight was oddly… endearing. She sat in his t-shirt, her hair messily tied into a bun, loose strands falling over her cheeks. For a moment, she looked like someone who belonged.
Feeling someone’s gaze, Lena looked up instinctively—and froze.
Greyson was standing at the door, watching her.
She jumped up, mortified, suddenly aware of what she was wearing. Greyson walked in with an amused expression.
“Seems like someone’s enjoying a very peaceful lunch… without me,” he said, playfully.
Lena clutched at the hem of the shirt awkwardly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Greyson pulled out the chair directly opposite her and sat down.
“Come on, sit,” he offered gently.
Lena nodded and slowly lowered herself back into her seat, now eating much more slowly. Greyson served himself a small portion of rice and Manchurian, then glanced up at Lena again—her head nearly inside her plate like she was trying to disappear inside it.
She was spiraling with thoughts: “What must he be thinking of me? I look like such an uncultured idiot—eating with my hands in his clothes without even asking permission.”
“You should bury yourself in shame, Lena. Honestly. And what kind of wild animal eats like that? He probably saw the whole thing…”
As if reading her thoughts, Greyson’s voice broke the silence—calm and kind:20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7CeF6PoHWz
“I’m not thinking anything bad. You don’t need to be embarrassed.”
Lena looked up, startled.
He smiled. “I can’t read minds… but I can read faces. And yours is an open book.”
Greyson finished his meal, wiped his hands with a napkin, and began to rise when Lena quickly asked,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOQ8lJp6Zdt
“Are you going to retrieve that evidence tomorrow?”
He nodded, the softness in his eyes still present.
Lena looked at him for a moment longer.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ31nfzX88SH
“Be careful… it’s going to be dangerous.”
Greyson’s smile grew sincere. A glint of something shone in his dark eyes.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC3ychoJnP3
“Now I have to be.”
He turned to leave, then added without looking back,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgOVHtfOG4O
“Your clothes and the rest of your things have arrived. By the way… even these clothes suit you.”
And he walked off.
Lena stood frozen, face now completely flushed. She didn’t know what to do—so she just pushed the strands of hair off her face and stepped outside toward the lawn.
After all, she had a certain maid to talk to… the one who conveniently forgot to mention Greyson was coming home early.
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