Chapter 009

Entering the grand living room, of the Carter estate, I was greeted by a familiar sight: Andrei, seated in his wheelchair, a slight, almost knowing smile playing across his features, visible even in the soft, subdued lighting that cast a gentle glow across the room.

“I'm glad you made it back safely. Ms. Monroe.”

My smile was subtle. But then, a sweet, divine scent captured my attention: the roses in Andrei's grasp. Those flowers were a sight to behold—all delicate and fragrant.

With a gentle, almost courtly gesture, he presented me with the bouquet. I gratefully accepted them.

But a nagging thought gnawed at the back of my mind. It wasn't my birthday, and it was far too early for Valentine’s Day.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I inquired, "What’s the occasion?”

“Not everything needs to be tied to a specific occasion, When you share your life with someone special, every day is something to be cherished. And that, Ms. Monroe, is what I wanted to do today.”

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