Because this is Joshua Hughes's place.
The beautiful courtyard is so exquisite it's almost breathtaking,
In the courtyard, there's a large pond, the water clean and clear, with a few white water lilies standing quietly, possessing an isolated beauty.
Ahead, there's a two-story small building, surprisingly entirely made of wood.
On the steps, he stands high above, full of imposing presence, as if ruling the world.
He doesn't quite match the courtyard; a man like him truly doesn't deserve such elegance.
Avery Jane isn't in the mood to admire the beauty of the garden.
The magnolia trees, with their large blossoms, carry a faint, haunting fragrance, but her sense of smell is overwhelmed by the man's unique masculine scent.
A slight musk, filling her nostrils strand by strand, almost saturating her chaotic heart.
"I'm here as promised. I hope you don't go back on your word." Avery Jane didn't look at him because she already despises herself inwardly.
