134. Kevin's unsettling silence

It was nine in the evening, the soft glow of the kitchen lights spilling out into the house as Sara Owen worked her culinary magic. The tantalizing aroma of her cooking wafted through the air, wrapping the entire villa in a cocoon of tastiness.

Just then, a sleek, elegant car glided through the imposing iron gates and came to a stop outside. With an air of complexity, a tall and strikingly handsome man emerged from the car. In the dim light, as he lit his cigarette and released tendrils of smoke into the air, his chiseled profile came into view. The black blazer casually draped over his shoulder and the top buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his muscular chest and a teasing hint of his collarbone. As the smoke danced around him, his handsome face was unveiled, illuminated by the soft glow of his cigarette.

With an air of self-assuredness, he strode into the villa, his confident footsteps echoing through the hallway. Nonchalantly tossing hi