The once long-abandoned courtyard was somehow filled with flowers and plants. A garden of beauty, all her favorite flowers, and standing before it was the navy figure, who had appeared in her dreams countless times.
In the dreams, he embraced her deeply, telling her to wait for him, promising he would return.
Every time she woke from the dream, it was met by Cole O'Connell's dark, angry eyes.
"Nathan?" Yulia O'Connell gazed at the navy figure ahead, her lips dry, as if she were still in a dream,
The navy figure turned around, his stunning face timeless, filled with deep emotion, Nathan Knight turned back, his handsome face as arresting as it was years ago.
"Little Jade, I'm back," Nathan Knight spread his arms wide.
Yulia O'Connell rushed into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his strong waist. "Nathan, why didn't you tell me you weren't really dead? Why didn't you tell me anything all these years?"
She had always thought he had died under Cole O'Connell's gun years ago,
