Chapter 451

Meanwhile, in the backyard, a gorgeous woman sat gracefully on the arched

bridge over the pond, her gaze fixed on the fish swimming in the water.

Her feet dangled in the air, and her toes would occasionally break the wa

ter's surface.

Bathed in warm sunlight, she resembled a fairy, taking one's breath

away effortlessly. Even the colorful blossoms in the garden paled in comp

arison to her.

There was a splash as the woman flung a handful of

fish feed into the pond.

Instantly, thousands of fish swarmed near her and thrashed around, splash

ing water everywhere. The colorful fish painted a gorgeous painting as th

ey fought for good.

"I envy you fish. You can live without worrying about anything, unlike me

, who can't even decide what I like." The woman sighed, her expression tu

rning sad.

"Who said you can't?" A familiar voice rang out behind her.

The woman froze before laughing at herself. "I'm

even beginning to hallucinate in broad daylight now."

"Hallucinate? It's not that serious, is it?" The voice rang out again.

This time, the woman

froze and slowly turned around to see a man step into the rays of sunligh

t and approach

her.

The person was none other than Dustin.

"W–

what are you doing here?" Natasha was so elated to see the person she had

been missing dearly that she even doubted her eyes. She had been confine

d in her room for some time now, the isolation nearly throwing

her into depression.

"Didn't I say I'd come to look for you in Millsburg if you don't return t

o Swinton? I'm keeping my promise right now." Dustin smiled softly.

"You're the best, Dear!" Smiling sweetly, Natasha forgot about the fish f

eed and threw herself into his arms. looking as happy as the fish in the

pond.

Dustin finally felt his nervousness dissipate as he inhaled her familiar

scent. He'd been worried ever since Natasha left Swinton, his worry only

growing when he learned that she was going to marry Tyler. Now that he fi

nally got to see her, he felt much calmer.

"Ahem. Mind your manners," an unhappy voice lectured from behind them.

The two turned around to see a middle–aged

woman standing behind Ruth.

"Mrs. Davys, I wish to talk to my friend. You may leave us." Natasha wave

d her away.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Natasha. Mr. Harmon told me to keep an eye on the two of

you." Mrs. Davys shook her head.

"Hmmph! Why is that stubborn old man being so cautious? Does he think we'

re going to elope?" Natasha

huffed. Mrs. Davys lowered her head without replying.