Chapter 15

Anna

Weary, I stumbled into our shared space, my mind cluttered with the weight of overdue assignments.

A groan slipped out, evidence of the fatigue from juggling university tasks and this newfound marriage.

Opting to wash off the stress, I shuffled to the bathroom.

The water's calming flow offered a temporary break, but upon emerging, a subtle realization hit me. One room had transformed, stripped down to just a bed and a note.

Approaching cautiously, curiosity got the best of me. The note, unmistakably Davis Howard's, had its share of quirks.

"This ain't a master's bedroom, but it's doable. Paint it, however - D."

Reluctance pulled at my lips, a forced smile forming. His unexpected gesture had a hint of consideration, a quiet nod to my existence, an effort to make this setup a tad more bearable. Still, the messiness of our connection lingered.

The smile vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by a lingering weariness. Davis Howard, a name synonymous with charm and schemes. I couldn