But instead of pressing further, she simply nodded. “I see. That explains why there are so many cameras around.”

Hearing that, Alfy suddenly realized that Katelyn had been worried about her. She giggled and stepped closer, taking Katelyn’s arm. “You’re overthinking things.” Leaning against her affectionately, Alfy’s demeanor became playful.

Katelyn smiled, unable to resist pinching Alfy’s cheek gently. “And what were you thinking?”

With that, they continued toward the gazebo.

Not far from it, an artificial lake stretched out before them. The autumn breeze rustled through the fading lotus flowers, making them sway gently in the sunlight, filling the air with a quiet, melancholic beauty.

Before long, a few servants arrived, carrying a tray of pastries. They set them down on the stone table and bowed respectfully. “Please enjoy.” Then they left with smiles on their faces.

Katelyn reached for a pastry and took a bite. The moment the familiar taste hit her tongue, her eyes lit up in surprise. She turned to Alfy. “Did you arrange this?”

Only Alfy knew her tastes this well. Alfy must have gone out of her way to prepare this for her. If Bernie really was involved in something dangerous, how would she ever be able to accept it?

Alfy grinned, nodding eagerly. “Do you like it? I know it’s your favorite.”

Warmth spread through Katelyn’s chest. Alfy had always been good to her. She used to think Alfy only clung to her because she was constantly under Bernie’s watchful eye, desperate for some freedom. But now, Katelyn realized—Alfy truly cared about her.

The smile in her eyes deepened. “I love it. You’re too sweet. I feel a bit reluctant to let Jaxen have you.”

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At the mention of Jaxen, Alfy’s happy expression faltered. She pouted, clearly displeased. “He is just a playboy. I don’t want him anymore.” She leaned back in her chair and grabbed another pastry, but her mood had already soured.

Katelyn put her own pastry down and wiped her hands with a napkin. She raised a brow. “Are you sure about that? Jaxen told me the whole thing was just a misunderstanding. He swears he only has eyes for you.”

Alfy’s feelings for Jaxen were obvious. She might act indifferent, but deep down, she was still in love. Seeing her stubbornly deny it made Katelyn feel a little helpless.

Alfy lost her appetite and set her pastry aside. She wiped her hands and muttered, “Actually… My uncle won’t let me marry Jaxen.”

There was disappointment in her voice. If they weren’t meant to be, then maybe it was better to end things now—before it hurt even more later.

Katelyn had assumed Alfy was just upset over a misunderstanding. But now, it seemed like there was more to the story.

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