“Thank you.” ire took the delivery and closed the door, and a wonderful day began. They had arrived the night before. This was ire and Rowan’s first trip together, choosing a beautiful ce to stay.


    Rowan’s work was usually stressful, so he came to rx, while ire came to find inspiration. Their room had arge balcony separated by ss doors, with sofas, a coffee table, potted nts, and a tea set on the balcony. Arge pair of stuffed bears sat on the sofa, very popr among young people.


    The poetic atmosphere of the ce was something ire particrly loved. The carved wooden railing looked weathered. Rowan stood in front of it, hands on the railing, gazing at the beautiful scenery across the river.


    “Breakfast is here!” ire came through the ss door, bag in hand, and cheerfully said, “It’s still hot, Dr. Watson. Hurry up and eat while it’s warm. Good for the stomach!”


    On the balcony next door, Daphne Wells, dressed in red, stood in front of the railing, her face pale as she listened to ire’s chatter. She looked calm, but a hint of coldness shed in her eyes.


    Separated by a row of wooden nks, Rowan looked tenderly at the girl beside him, taking the bag from her hand. “If I could live in a ce like this for the rest of my life, that would be a kind of happiness.”


    The moss-covered ancient bridge, the clear river, and the majestic city wall all resembled a painting. “It depends on who you’re living with,” ire quickly replied.


    “Of course, with me.” ire met his gaze, her eyes full of smiles. “That would be my honor.”


    On the neighboring balcony, Daphne Wells clearly heard the couple’s conversation. Her mood, which had calmed down earlier, became irritable again.


    “The fried dough sticks and soy milk here are the most famous. You have to dip them together to get the full experience.” ire had done her homework beforeing and was now teaching Dr. Watson at the scene.


    Rowan followed her example, dipping the dough stick in soy milk. “The taste is indeed good.” The girl’s smile was contagious, and his mood brightened.


    The two enjoyed breakfast and chatted, their faces full of soft smiles. ire stood by his side, eating and talking, feeling very content.


    Next door, Daphne Wells automatically ignored Rowan’s voice but ire’s words kept spinning in her head. Sentence after sentence piled up, eventually bing a chaotic mess that caused a headache for Daphne Wells. She covered her head with both hands and sat down on the sofa.


    Rowan and ire’s conversation continued, not too loud, just normal conversation. But to Daphne Wells, it was unbearably noisy and piercing. She rushed back into her room and covered her head on the bed.


    Yes, she had followed Rowan secretly. As for why, she couldn’t say clearly, only knowing that a strange possessiveness was at work. Up to now, she still couldn’t ept the fact that Rowan and ire were dating.


    In Rowan’s view, his issue with Daphne Wells hade to an end. He had made things clear and fired her; she shouldn’t appear again. What he didn’t expect was that Daphne Wells was a dangerous person, her mental state already deteriorated and her actions uncontroble.Content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    The pain of loving and not being loved had broken her. Tristan drove Monica to the same ancient town, and they had no idea what would happen next.