He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 36
The fishing village was almost deserted. Demolition notices were nailed to the doors of abandoned houses, and weeds grew knee-high through cracks in the concrete.
Two chairs sat outside the innermost wooden house.
A man was sitting in one, soaking in the sun.
Even from a dozen yards away, I recognized him.
Ray had gotten old.
Eighteen years ago, he’d been in his forties, broad-shouldered, with hands strong enough to pull me from a rushing river. Now his hair was mostly white, his frame gaunt, his cheekbones sharp.
Only his eyes were the same—dark and clear.
When he saw me, he grinned, revealing a capped tooth.
“The little girl grew up.”
I crouched in front of him.
“The chestnuts were good. I’ve tried them from all over. None of them ever tasted as good as the ones you bought.”