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Gwendolyn held onto Zayden and asked, “Where do you want to go? Would you like to take a stroll in the yard, or would you prefer to rest in the bedroom?”

Zayden was going to say he wanted to stroll around the yard, but given that his vision was fine now, Gwendolyn might see through his act.

“I don't think I can go out in my current state. I'll rest in your bedroom,” he decided.

Gwendolyn thought that would be best as well. “All right, then,” she replied.

After that, she helped him into the elevator, and they made their way up to the third floor. Her bedroom still looked the same as before as though it had deliberately been left untouched.

It was kind of Michael to let her return to such familiar surroundings.

The moment Zayden entered the room, he was immediately greeted by the faint and refreshing scent of tangerine. The room was done almost entirely in white, from the walls right down to the bedsheets, and adorned all over with lace.

This was Gwendolyn's bedroom from when she stayed at the Ashton residence back in the day. It was not hard to picture her as a warm and endearing person when she was younger.

Presently, Gwendolyn helped Zayden to the tangerine-colored couch, then glanced around the room. It had been a while since she last came in here.

Everything in this room reminded her of her past as the beloved young lady of the Ashton family.

Michael, her grandfather, had coddled her and given her only the best things in life. He was also the only person who had ever been genuine with her.

Where Michael showered her with unconditional love, her own father, Zachary, could never stand the sight of her and had constantly picked on her.

Her eyes darkened at the thought of this.

She had her back to Zayden as she picked up the framed picture on the nightstand. She looked like a princess when this picture was taken.

The white dress she wore in the picture only made her smile look all the more radiant.

At that moment, the room was quiet save for the soft rustling of the drapes when the breeze picked up, but that was the only indicator that time was moving at all.

Zayden sat on the couch and stared at Gwendolyn's back. She looked effortlessly elegant in a long, fitted red dress and with her dark hair cascading down to her waist.

Her silhouette was flawless, and she looked breathtaking.

“Gwen, is this your old bedroom?” he asked, hoping to make small talk and break the unnerving silence in the room.

He felt his chest tighten uncomfortably, and he was so worried that his emotions might get the better of him. He only initiated a conversation as a means of calming himself.

Upon hearing his question, Gwendolyn turned around and walked over to the bed, then perched on it. It was soft.

Her slender fingers glided over the bedsheets, which were of a color that she used to like in her younger days.

“Yes, but all this feels like it belongs to another lifetime,” she said, her tone distant.

She looked dazed, and Zayden wondered if she was reminiscing her past.

“You were the young lady of the Ashton family. If it weren't for that despicable man, you would have still been living like a princess right now.”

As Zayden said this, a dark, menacing look flashed in his eyes.

My mom would have agreed to let me marry Gwen if she were still the Ashton family's heiress. It's all that wretched man's fault that she ended up like this!

Her eyes darkened at the thought of this.

She had her back to Zayden as she picked up the framed picture on the nightstand. She looked like a princess when this picture was taken.

Just then, Gwendolyn looked up at Zayden and said, “Let's not talk about this anymore, Zayden. It's all in the past now.”

After she fed him lunch and eased him into bed to get some rest, she left the room.