Lori Wick The English Garden Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Just the look, direct and unhurried, and then he turned back to the coffee. I breathed out. He put the second mug beside the machine. Lily appeared at 7:30 in her pyjamas with Gerald and the focused energy of someone who had woken up with a plan. The plan, it emerged over breakfast, involved the garden terrace, the sunflower planter, and what she described as a scientific investigation into whether Steven the worm had made it through winter. "It's been very cold," I said. "Steven is resilient," Lily said, with the certainty of someone who had decided this in advance and was not going to be moved.

Elliott We’re not supposed to be here. The library garden is closed off after dusk, but the lock was rusted. And Chris has a thing for ignoring boundaries. He helps me over the old iron gate with a smirk, like he’s doing something wicked. I follow, heart thudding in my chest, because usually when he’s grinning like this it’s the beginning of something dangerous. The garden is overgrown. Moss between cobblestones, lavender gone wild, thick ivy snaking up the back wall. But the moonlight softens it all, turning the mess into something that almost feels holy.

‎ ‎On the day the storytellers call the Thousandth Turning, the garden was fuller than usual. ‎ ‎Children chased each other through the flowers, their laughter bright and careless. Elders sat on benches carved from fallen branches, hands folded in laps, eyes soft with memory. Young couples walked the winding paths hand in hand, stealing kisses behind curtains of willow. Healers tended small wounds from playful roughhousing. Explorers shared maps of newly discovered places. Artists sketched the scene, capturing light and shadow in quick, sure strokes. ‎ ‎A woman named Lira—descendant of Lyra’s line, her voice rich and warm—stood beneath the oak and began to speak.

"Did Ravenna talk your ear off about that mystery man of hers again?" "A little." I sat down on the low stone wall beside her flower bed, watching her hands work the soil with the same patience she'd probably used to raise a half-feral boy into the man who now ran half the underworld on the West Coast. The garden had grown so much since we'd moved into the new house — roses climbing the back fence, herbs in neat little rows, a small patch of wildflowers Loretta had let run free because, she said, *some things shouldn't be tamed completely.* "Loretta, can I ask you something?"

Li knew better than to argue with Lizzie, so he didn't say anything further. Lizzie set down the pruning shears, picking up a small trowel to loosen the soil. Flora was standing on the second-floor balcony, watching Lizzie work in the garden. A cold smile appeared on her face; she'd underestimated Lizzie. The woman had more endurance than she'd thought. She'd assumed Lizzie would resist the gardening chore, but instead, she seemed to enjoy it.

Willis called. Lori's smirk gave it away. Ivory had an innocent smile that always reached her eyes. The oerson before him was her evil twin. He almost mistook her for Ivory, because she executed the disguise to perfection. "I see you're all ready." Willis sighed, "Well done." "You recognized me so easily," Lori teased, "What gave it away?" "Your aura," Willis retorted, "You look like her, but... There's just something missing in you." Lori's expression faltered, clenching her jaw in anger. "How long will you keep being Arlo's boy?" She shot back out of spite.

"Just like when we were kids, one kiss, and it's all better." My heart twisted, but I forced the pain down. Then the housekeeper who'd helped me before appeared, her face tight with worry. She leaned close, whispering, "Miss Woodard, I've got proof of what they did to Gail. Meet me in the garden tonight. Don't let anyone see you." That night, Lori and Herbert were holed up watching some private movie. Herbert untied my belt, his tone casual. "Lori has always been one of the boys, loving this stuff. I'm just hanging with her. Don't read into it."

“She's in the garden. I'll show Lilith where to find you” "Thank you” I said and squeezed her hand before heading toward the garden. The garden was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the air cool and crisp. Lorraine sat at a table with papers spread out before her, her brow furrowed in concentration, she looked so deeply immersed in whatever she was reading that I hesitated for a moment. "Lorraine” I called softly. Her head snapped up, and for a brief second, her eyes widened in surprise. “Thalia" she said, quickly gathering the papers into a neat stack. "What brings you here?"

"Follow me to the garden." Lili couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. "So, he’s been kind to me earlier because he would torture me now?" she mumbled to herself as they made their way to the garden. Although the pile of books was getting heavier and heavier, she had no other choice but to follow the Crown Prince's orders. When they finally arrived at the garden, Lili's eyes widened in amazement. It was like stepping into a whole new world. The garden was surrounded by a green wall of plants and flowers, making the temperature cooler. It was a perfect spot to relax and enjoy the beauty of nature.

I figured the head maid, Loren, would likely be tending to her plants, gathering fresh fruits and aromatic spices for the lunch preparations. As I stepped into the sprawling garden, I was greeted by a riot of colors—deep greens interspersed with vivid reds, yellows, and purples. My eyes quickly found Loren among the rows of flourishing plants. She was kneeling down, her fingers deftly plucking ripe tomatoes and fragrant basil. Upon noticing my approach, Loren straightened up and turned to relay my presence to the two women assisting her. They all straightened instantly, their expressions shifting to a mix of respect and acknowledgment.