As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the villa, Edwin decided to take a stroll in the garden to clear his mind.

Damn! He hasn’t been himself all day. No, all these days since he met that woman.

What was it about her that intrigued him?

Why couldn't he shake her from his mind?

“Ed!” A voice called from behind him, breaking his reverie.

It was Clara Woods, his little sister. Her expression was a mix of concern and curiosity. “You’ve been awfully quiet today. What’s going on in that head of yours, big bro?”

“Just thinking,” he replied, trying to brush it off.

“About...