Chapter 95

Anita’s POV

“Oh yeah, that was definitely unexpected,” I thought to myself while I locked the door to my room after being caught in the garden by Isaac.

I rushed to my bed, and my window was still open. Lucky enough, there weren’t mosquitoes around—none had I seen.

I looked out my window, and staring back at me was Isaac.

“I hope you have a good night’s rest, ma’am,” he almost whispered, but I could hear him anyway.

Sound travels faster at night.

I waved back at him, and he walked away.

How was the little time at the garden? Oh, it was fun!

But quite vulnerable.

Regardless, I learned something new—their gardens were filled with flowers that each and every one of them liked before they died.

It was beautiful and the most considerate thing ever.

I undressed and put on a nightgown—a very light one at that.

The snow wasn’t falling yet in Chicago, but the weather was cold, so I still wanted to wear something l