The flower garden in the backyard of the Winchens main mansion sprawled with beauty, attracting frequent visits from guests. A few meters past the flower garden, a recently constructed pavilion stood. To be exact, Raphael had it commissioned right after Ezra agreed to move into the Winchens mansion. Aware of Ezra's aversion to crowds, the pavilion was deliberately placed as a secluded sanctuary, quite a distance from the mansion. Ezra often spent entire days here when Raphael was engrossed in his work.
Just like today, Ezra sat in this place, his laptop on the table. Despite his gaze being fixed on the work documents displayed on the screen, Ezra's mind was far from work.
The wind directed at him made his hair sway, and Ezra absentmindedly smoothed it. It seemed his hair needed another trim, for some reason, it was growing long quickly.
The thought dominating his mind at the moment was the ring.
