Chapter 41

When they arrived at Easterwel, Oliver paused, watching the countryside house, as Callum referred to it.

It was anything but a country house.

The building was a bit smaller than The Fernsbury Manor, but at the same time there was something that made the place different.

Magical.

Oliver almost slapped himself for gaping like a complete idiot at it, and since when did those associations come to his mind?

Nevertheless, he continued admiring the piece of art. Because that was what he was looking at.

That was the place the household maids talked about occasionally.

It very much resembled an actual castle, it was as if taken out of the stories Emma used to read as a little girl and dreamed of living in.

Seeing one of those in front of him made Oliver feel out of place.

The other time he’d felt that way and so strongly about it had been during the ball.