when the plane landed in Eastbrook, I was surprised to as Davis Henderson waiting for me.
The man I was meant to spend my life with.
A prominent figure in the financial world who’d done many interviews.
With his striking looks, his was a face hard to forget.
He stood by his car wearing a black cashmere coat, tall and distinguished, his gentle demeanor masking a subtle sharpness.
The aura of someone born to lead.
Before I could react, he strode over and took my suitcase, his voice deep and smooth. “Traveling light?”
“Yes.”
A cold wind blew past, making me sniff. I found myself explaining. “I left behind anything I didn’t need.”
People and things alike.
Sometimes you need to let go.
Davis nodded, handed my luggage to his driver, and opened the back door for me. “Let’s get you home.”
“Thank you.”
I climbed in.
The warmth inside gradually chased away the cold.
Glancing at the man beside me, I felt an unexpected sense of calm.
As I relaxed, exhaustion took over.
“Why the sudden decision to return to Eastbrook?”
His question caught me in my half–sleep.
Too tired to open my eyes, I mumbled, “Just felt like it.”
A soft laugh filled the air.
Part mockery, part pleasure.
Hard to tell which was stronger.
In my drowsy state, the name “Davis Henderson” kept floating through my mind.
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