Apparently, the man hadn’t returned home for two consecutive days. The grand mansion felt eerily quiet in his absence. Especially the atmosphere inside the grand house felt even more hollow. Of course, the house was always silent, but today it seemed too still, too hushed, like the air itself had been drained of warmth. A kind of tranquility that made Raellyn feel oddly uncomfortable, as if the house itself were holding its breath. Temporary separation, which she had assumed was due to his work, had left her in a state she couldn’t quite name. Loneliness? Perhaps. Or was it something deeper? Something she was unwilling to admit out loud?
Was she... missing him?
Possibly.
But whatever it was that she truly felt, what came next was almost absurd and strangely touching. Arnav had bouquets
