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Gwendolyn held onto Zayden and asked, “Where do you want to go? Would you like to take a stroll in the yard, or would you prefer to rest in the bedroom?”

Zayden was going to say he wanted to stroll around the yard, but given that his vision was fine now, Gwendolyn might see through his act.

“I don't think I can go out in my current state. I'll rest in your bedroom,” he decided.

Gwendolyn thought that would be best as well. “All right, then,” she replied.

After that, she helped him into the elevator, and they made their way up to the third floor. Her bedroom still looked the same as before as though it had deliberately been left untouched.

It was kind of Michael to let her return to such familiar surroundings.

The moment Zayden entered the room, he was immediately greeted by the faint and refreshing scent of tangerine. The room was done almost entirely in white, from the walls right down to the bedsheets, and adorned all over with lace.

This was Gwendolyn's bedroom from when she stayed at the Ashton residence back in the day. It was not hard to picture her as a warm and endearing person when she was younger.

Presently, Gwendolyn helped Zayden to the tangerine-colored couch, then glanced around the room. It had been a while since she last came in here.

Everything in this room reminded her of her past as the beloved young lady of the Ashton family.

Michael, her grandfather, had coddled her and given her only the best things in life. He was also the only person who had ever been genuine with her.

with unconditional love, her own father, Zachary, could never stand the sight of her and

eyes darkened at the thought

had her back to Zayden as she picked up the framed picture on the nightstand. She

white dress she wore in the picture only

was quiet save for the soft rustling of the drapes when the breeze picked up, but that was the

back. She looked effortlessly elegant in a long,

silhouette was flawless, and

asked, hoping to make small talk and break the unnerving silence in

tighten uncomfortably, and he was so worried that his emotions might get the better of him. He

Gwendolyn turned around and walked over to the bed, then perched on it.

glided over the bedsheets, which were of a color that

like it belongs to another lifetime,” she said, her tone

looked dazed, and Zayden wondered if she was reminiscing

young lady of the Ashton family. If it weren't for that

said this, a dark, menacing look flashed in his

would have agreed to let me marry Gwen if she were still the Ashton

“Let's not talk about this anymore, Zayden.

she fed him lunch and eased him into bed to get some rest, she

door, and Gwendolyn, upon coming out of

the little girl, Suzanne, got up and frantically reached out to