When Ava heard the words "Mr. Grant," she thought she must be dreaming.
Liam had just left that morning—it was impossible for him to return the same night.
She instinctively turned around.
At the edge of the darkness, a tall, lean figure slowly emerged from the shadows.
Bathed in pale moonlight, he looked lonely and ethereal.
His sharply defined face appeared even more cold and flawless under the moonlight.
Ava was stunned.
It really was Liam.
He walked toward her, his steps slow but resolute.
When he left in the morning, he had been full of energy and confidence.
But now, he looked utterly exhausted, as if the journey alone wasn't what had worn him down—something heavier was weighing on his heart.
Ava stared at him in disbelief.
She didn't move.
Until a bodyguard beside the guesthouse quietly said, "Ma'am, it really is Mr. Grant. He came specifically to find you."
