Bab 222: DNo

[Flash back]

Valerie reclined in her opulent library, the aroma of freshly steeped tea mingling with the comforting scent of ancient leather-bound books. The room, vast and resplendent, seemed to exist in a world apart, a sanctuary exclusively for her. 

The soft, ambient glow of antique lamps cast an enchanting chiaroscuro across the shelves laden with centuries of literary treasures, creating a tapestry of shadows that danced along the mahogany walls.

With rapt attention, Valerie held a tome in one hand, its pages whispering tales of ancient knowledge. The other hand cradled a delicate porcelain teacup, warmed by the fragrant infusion within. The silence of her retreat enveloped her like a silken cocoon.

But tranquility proved fleeting, shattered as abruptly as a crystal goblet dropped upon marble. Her refuge was invaded by the unexpected appearance of her man, the butler, his customary uniform impeccably crisp.