Chapter 165: The Waiting Gate

The sun blazed down on the sprawling Whittemore estate, the once soothing warmth now oppressive as Orion paced restlessly along the cobblestone path near the towering iron gates.

His handsome face, normally adorned with an infectious smile, was taut with anxiety, his steps quick and unsteady.

The guards stationed by the gates watched him carefully, their eyes darting to each sharp turn he made. It was strange to see their young Lord in such a state; Orion, the vibrant heart of the estate, was seldom anything but cheerful.

Orion's usual demeanor was a stark contrast to his current state. Known for his cheerful and kind nature, he was the light that brightened the estate, even in its most shadowed corners.

But now, his anxiety was very palpable. His usually light and melodious tone had been replaced by clipped murmurs as he muttered to himself, thoughts tumbling uncontrollably.