Chapter Hundred and Eighteen
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Asli's Villa, casting a warm glow on the polished marble floors.
Matilda stood in the grand hallway, her eyes fixed on the entrance, with anticipation fluttering in her chest.
Who was she waiting for?
Today was her eighteenth birthday, and it was a milestone she had been eagerly waiting for.
The sound of footsteps echoed, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew who would be walking in any moment from now.
As expected, Markus entered, his expression as stoic as ever, dressed in his usual training attire. He barely glanced at her as he walked past.
She had almost forgotten it was time for her training. She was still feeling the aches from the previous session. She needed to dodge it today. And what was the perfect excuse to use?
"Good morning, Markus," she called out, trying to mask her excitement. "How was your day off?"
He nodded curtly, not breaking his stride.
