It was just a hazy memory, but the dream felt like he was transported to the past. In his dreams, he could still see how the cheeky teenage Rowan would mess with him, how his father only assented to his every demand with a grunt, and how his uncle secretly scolded him through soft words. The exact words were vague, but his feelings never changed.
Perhaps in his mind, he was so convinced that his feelings had never changed.
Krakaboom! The loud thunderstorm crept from the distance. Scott was only working on his desk, brows frowning at the annoying marriage proposals sent to him by the board members. The man was already past thirty, but he had yet to be linked with any woman. All the rumors had was a boyfriend the board and his family didn't want to recognize.
