Autumn Maple Villa
Baron Roan sat alone in the vine-covered pavilion, drinking red wine. A gentle breeze brushed by, causing the vine flowers entwined around the pavilion to sway gently, their fragrance intoxicating.
The young man propped his head up with one hand, his expression already tinged with drunkenness, as he stared absentmindedly at the pond not far away.
A ding sounded from his phone, causing Baron Roan's lashes to flutter as he glanced at the phone on the table.
His gaze skimmed over the string of numbers on the phone screen, his eyebrows arching involuntarily.
She actually took the initiative to ask to meet him?
Baron Roan's eyes shifted slightly, knowing that given the attitude Ava Kent had on the phone earlier—wishing she could bite him to death—there couldn't be anything good in store now that she wanted to meet.
