Chapter 110

The golden sunlight bathed the farmhouse in its morning glow, soft rays filtering through the open windows of the bedroom. Murat stood at the window, yawning as he stretched, his muscles stiff from sleep. His gaze lazily swept over the fields until it stopped at a figure in white moving among the strawberry patches.

It was Ayleen.

The soft wind played with her hair, lifting loose strands into the air as she bent down to pluck strawberries. Her white, flowy frock swayed gently around her, glowing almost ethereally in the sunlight. The serene expression on her face, coupled with the way the golden light haloed her figure, was mesmerizing.

Murat leaned against the windowsill, his brows furrowing.

She wasn’t like the women he had known before—confident, bold, or glamorous. Nor did she possess the kind of allure Selina once had that swept him off his feet. Yet, there was something about her simplicity and quiet resilience that tugged at a corner of his heart he th