[26 days of Protection Period]
Althea turned her head in a direction as if in a daze.
Her pretty eyebrows furrowed and her green eyes—reminiscent of the vibrant forest she was facing—focused blankly in space, as if looking for something that could not be seen.
Harold, who was asking the workers to move the sofa a little to the left, noticed Althea's blank stare outside the window.
He blinked and turned to see what she was looking at: Nothing.
"Boss?"
Althea flinched and turned her head back to their Chef, and to the interior of the house.
"It's nothing." She just said, looking at the status of the fit-out works, turning her attention back to the rooms that were slowly being refurbished.
A lot of the smaller furniture was already built off-site (Baron's Residential workshop) and we're just moved by some manpower.
