Chapter 24: But He Looked Up at the Moon

Abbie was alone in the empty corridor, her slender body leaning against the cold door. A chill settled over her heart. Light spilled from a nearby study.

Inside, a man, recently showered, stood before a desk. His short, wet hair clung to his handsome face, water droplets tracing the line of his bronze neck. The movement of his Adam's apple was undeniably attractive. He wore a white bathrobe, revealing a strong, well-built chest and long, smoothly muscled limbs. He padded toward the desk in slippers, his gaze falling on a thriving potted mimosa. He kept a similar plant in his villa, but rarely lived there now. The woman who lived there was always tending to her flowers by the window, her posture relaxed, her smile bright.

"Why am I thinking of that shameless woman again?"

Kelvin's face hardened, anger flickering between his brows. With a sharp "bang," he tossed a towel onto the sofa and sank into an armchair, his weariness evident. He picked up a book from the desk and began to read intently. He paused at a passage from The Moon and Sixpence: "All over the place was sixpence, but he looked up at the moon."

Beneath the quote, a line of delicate handwriting caught his eye: "Kelvin, he is my moon."

His heart pounded. Cheyenne? Impossible! Yet the handwriting was undeniably hers.

Unconsciously, Kelvin rubbed the paper, creating a soft rustling sound. His gaze darkened, a complex storm of emotions brewing within him.