Over an hour later, Xanthea stepped out of the study and saw the silhouette of the genteel man standing at the balcony railing. She almost couldn't control herself from rushing over to hug him.
"Orion!"
"Xannie?"
Orion came to his senses, holding her waist and gently lifting her chin, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Xanthea shook her head, burrowing into his embrace like an ostrich, afraid that he would see her expressions.
"Why are your eyes red then?"
"It's the sandalwood in the room, it made my eyes sore."
Before he could probe further, she quickly continued, "Orion, Grandpa is not in his good conditions, let's not bother him anymore. Shall we go home?"
The word "home" struck a chord in him.
"Home?"
"Xanthea Haven Estate."
"Okay."
Orion's lips curled up, his eyes sparkling with joy.
Xanthea held his hand tightly. When their fingers interlocked, the cool and translucent jade bracelet touched the man's palm.
Orion looked down, his gaze lingering on the bracelet.
The journey back to Xanthea Haven Estate was unusually quiet.
Xanthea's brows knitted in thought. Since he never celebrated his birthday, she would pretend not to know and secretly prepare a surprise for him.
But what kind of surprise should she prepare?
Orion's gaze wandered between her wrists and her thoughtful expression. His eyes became even darker and more enigmatic.
Cedric: "We're here, Boss."
"Thanks, Cedric. Come by tomorrow then."
"Of course, Madam!"
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