Leonardo's footsteps carried him through the quiet corridor of the wooden house. The night country breeze, cutting through the ventilation gaps, slowly cooled the skin of his face, but the thoughts in his head still burned hot. The events in bed with Veronica just a few minutes ago had truly thrown his defensive system into disarray.
Leo walked toward the back door that led to a small pavilion beside the fish pond. He intended to find some fresh air to clear his brain. However, as soon as the door opened, Leo’s gaze was instantly drawn to a middle-aged man busily working under the bright terrace light.
Albert Kingsley was sitting on a short wooden stool, surrounded by several premium fishing rods and a large toolbox. His sturdy fingers appeared very deft as he checked fishing lines and o
