The home he said was the Peyton family's old mansion. As we entered, I noticed the servants all bowed respectfully to him. Seeing our hands intertwined, no one dared to gossip, though a flicker of surprise flashed in their eyes. They didn't even dare to look at me directly.
The mansion was huge. As we approached the living quarters, a man who looked like a butler approached him and whispered something to him. Yann hesitated for a moment, then looked back at me. "Yelena, why don't you... wait for me here for a bit?"
"Okay."
He strode away with the butler. As I waited, I saw a beautiful young woman in a red dress emerge from behind the artificial hill in the distance. I recognized her as Shawn from the photo. She was bright-eyed and elegant, even more stunning in person than in the pictu
