Anna's POV
I arrived at Murphy Estate just as the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured gardens. The sprawling mansion with its imposing facade looked quieter than usual-the winter chill had driven even the most dedicated groundskeepers indoors.
Walking past the empty gazebo, I found myself imagining Marcus sitting there, his powerful presence commanding attention even in solitude.
The butler greeted me at the entrance, taking my coat with practiced efficiency.
"Is Mr. Murphy available?" I asked, brushing a stray hair from my face.
"He's in his study, Ms. Shaw. Though I should mention he's not feeling his best today." The butler's voice carried a note of concern. "Caught a chill from reading in the garden pavilion yesterday."
My heart tightened instantly. "Mr. Murphy isn't well? Did he catch a cold?"
"Yes, he insisted on sitting in the garden despite the weather. I'm afraid he's paying for it now."
