CHAPTER 49 Emarld green

　　Cavin's POV

　　The sky was already darkening as I finally wrapped up today's meetings, my mind dulled by the endless cycle of business talks and Natalie's non-stop calls. Each ring of my phone seemed to grate on my nerves more than the last, especially since Natalie had a remarkable talent for turning even the simplest update into an hour-long ordeal. By the time I hung up for what felt like the fifteenth time that day, I was exhausted—bored, even—and a little more irritated than I cared to admit.

　　Driving back to the mansion, I found myself replaying moments from the day with Eliza, the way her laughter had sparked something unfamiliar in me. She had this way of filling the air with energy, one that somehow lingered long after she was gone. Just thinking about it made the thought of returning to Natalie's constant presence a little more bearable, though not by much.