More Than A Favor

Chapter 147

It was the perfect place for a destination holiday, a sanctuary so serene that it made the rest of th world seem chaotic in comparison.

As I stood there, lost in my daydream, a soft voice broke my thoughts.

“Who are you looking for, Miss?”

I turned toward the voice and saw a girl in a white dress. Her braided hair rested against her chest her eyes sparkled like reflections of the river nearby.

“Are you Miss Drake?” I asked, trying to confirm her identity.

A look of surprise crossed her delicate face. “Yes. Are you here for my brother?”

Her words confirmed it–she was Ashton’s sister.

To be honest, they didn’t resemble each other much. Ashton’s charm was rugged and commanding like a warrior, whereas his sister had an ethereal, almost fairy–like beauty. Despite their differences, both of them were stunning in their own right.

“Yes, I’m his friend, Elaine.” I smiled, extending my hand toward her.

She hesitated for a moment before shaking it. “I’m Alice.”

Her voice was soft, and there was a certain timidity about her. I smiled warmly. “May I come in?” Alice seemed a little flustered but quickly stepped aside to let me in. “Oh, of course! Sorry, I wasn’t expecting anyone. I haven’t cleaned up or anything,” she mumbled nervously.

I was coming. I came here behind his back,” I admitted with a playful wink. “Don’t tell

with a small smile. Her innocence was endearing,

into the yard, I couldn’t stop myself from admiring everything around me. My affection for the

Elaine. I’ll make you a cup of tea,” Alice said warmly, gesturing toward the seating

want to trouble her. “It’s

into the house, returning shortly with

modern design that I recognized from a recent collection. “Did your brother buy that?” I asked, smiling.

proud smile. “He really cares about me. He always makes sure I

that made my heart ache. It was clear how

the yard. “He built this for me. He said it would be good for my

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yard was a masterpiece, the result of meticulous care and considerable effort. Ashton must have poured his heart

in this tea is from the river. I collect it a nd freeze it. Tea tastes better when it’s made with river

jar–it was cold, a testament to the care

was pure and enchanting, like

yet she was using it to make tea for me. That simple gesture told me everything I needed

liked

tell within moments whether you’ll get along

Alice said suddenly, her voice