Garrett's POV

Anila's complexion remained pale as the weather turned cold. She wore nothing but thin clothing, not even an extra layer to fend off the chill. I had assumed she came to the study today to discuss the events of that fateful night, to acknowledge it as an unintended occurrence. If I could keep my composure and engage with her, maybe she'd develop different sentiments towards me.

However, to my surprise, she avoided any mention of that night, as if she intended to feign ignorance and pretend that nothing had happened. I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart. Despite the numerous women I had shared my...