Chapitre 37: Old Wounds and Broken Past

It was around midday by the time she was done with her check-up and had spent a considerable amount of time eating at a luxury restaurant Tiel owned, her favorite spot when she didn't feel like being home or eating their private chef's cooking.

Of course, he was an excellent cook. But a change of scenery was sometimes necessary.

Not just that—she needed to be in a good mood, just in case she bumped into Nirmala or that hunky Erickson. Asti thought with a smirk, putting on her pink sunglasses as she looked out the window at the beautiful garden of the Brightwell mansion.

It was a work of art combining the wildness of nature and skillful landscaping. The front yard looked like an old painting, with a gazebo, a koi pond complete with a bamboo bridge, and statues made of stone, turning wonderfully green from purposeful moss planting.