Chapter 210: The Heart is Honest in Times of Vulnerability

Leonard's hand moved to gently stroke Ophelia's hair, his touch tender and comforting as he replied with a soft chuckle, "I don't particularly have a fondness for flowers, my dear. But I do appreciate beauty in all its forms."

His fingers traced a soothing path along the curve of her temple, his touch sending a shiver of warmth cascading down Ophelia's spine.

"As for the conservatory," Leonard continued, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia, "it holds a special place in my family's history. It was treasured by my ancestor."

Ophelia listened intently, her curiosity piqued by Leonard's words as she lifted her head slightly to meet his gaze.

"He does not particularly like flowers, but he oddly built this place and kept it well, and even after he died, he specifically said that he wanted the long generation after him to keep it well and the same."