The library was a place of tranquility. Rattled by Finnian's post from the day before, she spent the entire afternoon reading, finally allowing her racing thoughts to settle. In the evening, she grabbed a bite to eat before driving back.
As her car neared the villa, she spotted a man standing in front of her gate from a distance. Her heart skipped a beat.
She didn't even have to guess who it was.
Who else would show up at her door besides Finnian?
In the past, seeing him waiting for her would have sparked immense anger.
But after learning the truth yesterday, the burning resentment had faded. She wasn't furious seeing him, though she was still reluctant to face him.
But under the current circumstances, he was practically camped out on her doorstep. It wasn't like she could just avoid him—was she supposed to abandon her own house?
She parked the car and walked over. "Mr. Everly, why are you here?"
Finnian stared at her. He had been standing there for hours. As it was the dead of winter, the biting winds battered against him, piercing through even his robust constitution.
His nose was tinged red, giving him an unexpectedly pitiful look.
He watched her for a moment before slowly asking, "Where were you? Why didn't you answer my calls or reply to my texts?"
Initially, he had called her repeatedly and bombarded her with messages, asking where she was and demanding to see her.
When she never responded, he stopped trying and decided to just wait outside her gate.

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