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Chapter_65
Sadie’s mind raced with Ronan’s words echoing in her head. “It seems you don’t quite understand Mr. Clemens’s power…” The realization began to sink in—Micah wasn’t just wealthy or influential; he was a force in his own right, one whose reach and resources extended far beyond what she had initially imagined.
As she sat in the wheelchair, being pushed through the garden, Sadie couldn’t help but be struck by the overwhelming scale of the place. The villa’s design was meticulously crafted, exuding wealth at every turn, but the garden… the garden felt like something out of a dream. Lush, pristine lawns stretched as far as the eye could see, and intricate fountains added a touch of elegance to the atmosphere. The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting playful shadows on the perfectly manicured paths.
Micah, though distant in his own way, was undoubtedly a man of taste and power—qualities she hadn’t truly grasped before. She had only ever seen him through the lens of their interactions at work and in the most superficial of ways, but now, in this setting, he seemed to embody everything that made him a figure of authority.
Her thoughts drifted back to her injury, her confusion, and the inexplicable attraction she felt toward him despite his aloofness. She couldn’t help but wonder—did he sense the same pull? Was she just another pawn in his game, or was there something more beneath his cold exterior?
“Miss Roth, would you like some tea?” the maid’s voice broke through her reverie. “We can set up a spot in the garden for you to relax.”
Sadie blinked, turning her gaze toward the maid. “Tea sounds lovely,” she replied, the weariness of her thoughts making her voice softer than usual.
As the maid prepared the tea, Sadie couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this situation than met the eye. She was here, in this luxurious villa, surrounded by attentive staff and expensive comforts, but her heart was heavy with the weight of unspoken truths. Micah was keeping something from her—of that, she was certain. Whether it was about his past, his intentions with her, or the mysterious connection between them, she didn’t know. But she would find out.
As the warm tea was set before her, Sadie took a sip, her mind still wandering. The sun bathed the garden in a golden light, and for a moment, everything seemed perfect—too perfect.
But beneath the surface, the questions lingered. Would she be able to navigate this new reality and uncover the truth? And how much of Micah’s world was she truly ready to confront?
