The soothing sound of the water reminded Reyona of the brook that ran through their homes in Bellevue Hill.

She felt completely blissful in the oasis that Maxwell had surprised her with.

It was exactly a replica of the one in her home in Sydney.

After their dinner that night, Reyona was still pretending to be miffed at him because he wouldn't tell her if he really was the one who donated to the orphanage she had opened in her grandmother's name.

Then, as if he didn't notice, he told her to check out something.

“I am still mad at you,” She had said as she folded her arms above...