A year later, Everhome Inn was thriving.
It had become a well-known local destination and drew a steady stream of guests.
Daniel pushed open the door carrying a bag of fresh oranges.
He wore a simple white shirt with the sleeves casually rolled to his elbows, exposing his strong forearms.
Over the past year, he had practically become a co-owner.
He repaired plumbing, replaced light bulbs, and even helped check guests in during the busiest seasons.
More importantly, Daniel's patient, unwavering affection had slowly worn down Elena's defenses.
If she casually mentioned an out-of-print book she wanted to read, it would appear on the coffee table the next day.
Whenever her period left her feeling unwell, he would quietly make her a warm ginger drink, then pretend he'd made it for the e
