Chapter 012 Receive the best gift

Fiona's POV:

As I drove back home, the sun hadn't yet set.

The sprawling estate was bathed in the evening sun's hues, and the lush greenery was adorned with the colors of dusk. My mood, marred by Damon's actions, began to lift once more.

Maria asked if I wanted some tea, and I shook my head, declining.

"I'll head upstairs to rest for a bit and have dinner with Brenda when he returns."

I changed and took a shower, then turned off my phone.

I didn't want to see any more of Damon's shameless and insulting messages. He had become a joke in my eyes.

Slipping into a soft robe, I reclined on the aristocratic chair at the foot of my bed and dozed off for a while.

In the rare tranquility of this evening's sunset glow, I was on the verge of falling asleep.

At that moment, I heard some commotion downstairs, as if something was being moved.

Opening my eyes, I descended the stairs.

Brenda was back, standing by the entrance of the living room, directing a few workers in moving a piano.

"You're back