If Alfy’s feelings for Jaxen had faded, no one would need to convince her to move on—she would have done it already.

Katelyn understood that all too well. She didn’t want Alfy to regret later. As for Bernie, she still wasn’t sure about his grounds. Something about him didn’t sit right with her, and she needed to figure it out before making any decisions.

She looked at Alfy, who had leaned against her shoulder. Gently, she reached out and patted Alfy’s head. “Don’t overthink it. Cherish what you have now, and when the time comes to let go, you’ll move forward gracefully.”

Alfy nodded, trusting Katelyn’s words. She knew that as long as Katelyn was by her side, everything would be okay. Whenever she felt lost, Katelyn always had the right answer.

With her heart now at ease, Alfy’s mood brightened. The two of them continued chatting, waiting for dinner. Outside, the sun had already begun to set.

As the sky darkened, the servants finished preparing the meal. Alfy took Katelyn’s arm, and the two walked to the dining room, talking and laughing along the way.

Bernie watched them with a warm smile. “Miss Bailey, treat this place as your home. No need to be so formal.”

There was a kindness in his expression, like a father looking at his child. The unease Katelyn had felt before seemed to fade for a moment. At least on the surface, he appeared normal.

She had explored most of the estate and found nothing unusual. The surveillance cameras were only for routine monitoring—nothing suspicious. She didn’t dare dig any deeper. If Bernie was really up to something, making the wrong move could put her in danger.

She smiled at him and said naturally, “You’re too kind. By the way, I love the style of your estate. Do you happen to know anyone in this field? I’m thinking of buying one in Yata.” Her expression was calm, as if she were simply talking about real estate.

Bernie’s eyes flickered with surprise.

Lλtτ чhαρτ?r? ιn gl?ov?ls.

She wanted to buy an estate? But Yata’s property prices were outrageous. And for a foreigner, the taxes and additional costs were even worse. Could Katelyn really afford that?

Bernie cast a polite smile at Katelyn. “If you’re serious about buying one, I can connect you with the right people, but I should warn you—the price isn’t cheap.”

He suspected she might be acting on impulse, so he felt obligated to give her a heads-up.

But Katelyn remained unfazed. Her expression didn’t change, and she continued to smile softly. “Money isn’t an issue. I just want a place with plenty of natural light and a great view.”

Most estates she had seen felt dim and uninviting. That was why she had never been fond of them before. However, if the lighting was good, she might reconsider. More importantly, Katelyn wanted to build a deeper rapport with Bernie—there were things she still needed to uncover.

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