Chapter 106: Bwother Red and Manager-kun Save the Day
The entire orphanage stood transformed under the afternoon sun, its freshly scrubbed walls gleaming as if newly built.
The windows sparkled, the wooden floors shone, and even the rusted gate had been polished to a respectable sheen. A gentle breeze carried the scent of soap and lemon through the courtyard as everyone gathered to admire their work.
Nolan surveyed the results with a critical eye, his arms crossed. "Now it at least looks like a normal building," he declared.
Shaela opened her mouth to retort—then closed it.
As much as she hated to admit it, the insufferable prick had contributed more than anyone, working with an almost obsessive precision that left even the professional cleaners impressed. It was just his personality that grated on her nerves. Couldn’t he be normal? Like... like...
Him.
The image of a certain young man flickered through her mind—black hair, a handsome face that balanced youth and maturity, slate-gray eyes that seemed to hold depths of quiet intelligence.
The more you looked into them, the more you found yourself lost. But it was his smile she liked most—rare, subtle, but so warm when it appeared and always carrying something unspoken, as if he knew more than he let on.
Sir Amaniel.
Her cheeks heated.
His personality was just as perfect. Kind without being cloying. Responsible without being rigid. Smart without being arrogant. He noticed things others missed and helped without expecting praise. And yet, despite all that, only a few people seemed to notice him or his actions.