"Miss Finley, are you looking for something?"
The driver trailed behind her, noticed that her gaze was fixed on a certain spot, thus asking her a question.
Yvonne Finley shook her head with a light smile, "No, I'm not."
Agreed.
Caleb Baker said he might not come.
The two of them had some unresolved differences, coming might not necessarily be a good thing.
However, she was somewhat surprised at her fleeting moment of expectation. She was starting to feel different from her usual self, this romance was introducing her to unfamiliar sensations, she was not as indifferent or emotionally unattached as before.
Sure enough, the driver headed inside.
Upon entering the courtyard, she immediately noticed Mr. Lambert bent over a desk working on a painting. He didn't have the aloofness usually associated with scholars. He was more like the grandfather next door in an alley, always casually dressed with a smile on his face, and a pocket full of sweets for the children.
