Chapter 235 A Fatal Weakness

• Rose Haven, a breathtaking gem nestled in the heart of Eastshire, was celebrated far and wide as a floral paradise. True to its name, this renowned tourist destination served as a sanctuary for nature's most exquisite blossoms, where a dazzling array of flowers painted the landscape in vibrant hues all year round. The crowning glory of Rose Haven was its magnificent Hundred Blossoms Garden, an expansive masterpiece stretching across tens of thousands of acres. This garden, with its stunning scale and awe-inspiring beauty, left visitors utterly enchanted.
• Every day, the air in Rose Haven was imbued with a gentle, intoxicating fragrance, a subtle yet constant reminder of the city's vivid allure. Locals and visitors alike would often say with a knowing smile, "When life feels unkind, go to Rose Haven, where not only do the flowers and birds sing, but true love and companionship also await."
• On the outskirts of this blooming paradise, nestled among the lush greenery, stood a solitary villa, almost hidden from the bustling world. Inside, Kenneth reclined elegantly on a plush couch, leisurely swirling a glass of deep, red wine in his hand. His expression was as cold and lifeless as a still pond in winter, devoid of any trace of warmth or empathy. His gaze was fixed unblinkingly on Freya, a young girl who knelt amidst the riot of vibrant blooms in the garden.