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RONAN'S POV;
I leaned back in my chair, the familiar warmth of the estate's bar wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. Ravenwood was everything I could have asked for—a serene retreat from the chaos of life, a place where I could unwind with a glass of wine after another grueling day at work. The soft hum of jazz played in the background, its mellow tones blending seamlessly with the crackle of the fireplace in the corner.
My phone buzzed against the polished oak of the bar, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and saw Laura's name flashing across it. With a sigh, I let it ring out. Lately, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off between us. Her constant need for reassurance, the endless calls, it all felt too suffocating. I took another sip of my wine, the rich flavor of the Merlot filling my senses, and considered blocking her number altogether.