CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FOUR

The workshop was at the back of the orphanage's main building. It was a small house built for storing things, but Lance decided to make use of it as a workshop.

Lance made small chairs and tables for the kids and he also made swings and so many things around here with the use of wood. They were all amazing.

Had no idea he had that in him.

But what I like most when he’s doing his job here is when he's shirtless and working.

I giggled at the thought of that.

I liked watching him cut the woods as he looked so hot during that time—his hair falling over his face as he rise and fall, picking things up. His abs. And sweat streaming down his well-chiseled body as he focused on his work… I loved it all.

As I wanted to enter the workshop, I saw the flowers planted outside. So I walked closer and picked some, hanging around my hair and putting some behind my ears.

Stepping inside, I saw Lance picking up a bottle of water from the freezer. He opened it and began to drink, turning around at th