Chapter 190 Don't Let Me Go

• The latter part of the lavish dinner unfolded with a certain smoothness. As the final morsels of dessert disappeared, my father, perpetually the vigilant patriarch, insisted on joining Paul and me. His motive? To ensure this was not a clever ruse concocted by me to evade returning to Bronze Creek.
• The dining table was bathed in the warm, golden glow cast by flickering candle lights when Mr Ingram recalled a recent enhancement. He extended a gracious invitation for us to witness the transformation, an offer we accepted with curiosity.
• Beneath the stars embroidered in the early autumn sky, we strolled in pairs, with Charlie a distant companion, the cool breeze whispering secrets through rustling leaves from far-off trees. Our footsteps resonated on the gravel path, their measured pronunciation seemingly harmonizing with the rhapsody of the night.