Chapter 241: Under sunset
The final draft is laid out before us, massive sheets of parchment spread across a makeshift table, anchored down by stones to keep the wind from carrying them away. For the first time, I can truly see it—our home, our future, every detail Noelle had dreamed of now made real on paper.
Brian Mel has proven himself to be a genius. He worked quickly, capturing Noelle’s scattered ideas—his vague descriptions, his tendency to explain things in emotions rather than measurements—and somehow translated them into something structured, cohesive, and breathtaking. The design feels personal, a reflection of Noelle in every detail.
I glance at him, watching as his green eyes glow with excitement, his fingers lightly tracing the inked lines as if committing them to memory. He tilts his head slightly, studying a particular section before reaching for a pencil without hesitation. Expanding the greenery, adjusting the terraces, adding intricate details that only he would think of, he modifies the plan with an easy confidence.
Brian watches him with a mix of fascination and dread, likely realizing that his work is far from over. "Uh—wait—" he stammers as Noelle starts sketching a new balcony onto the east wing.
"I just thought it would be nice," Noelle murmurs, tilting his head as he examines his own addition.
Brian sighs but doesn’t stop him. "Fine, but I have to make sure it doesn’t mess with the weight distribution—"
"You’ll figure it out," Noelle says, flashing a mischievous smile.
I smirk. Brian’s life just got harder.
Meanwhile, Raul continues working on the foundation, his speed and precision bordering on terrifying. Despite his constant complaints, he’s single-handedly doing the work of hundreds of men, his superhuman strength turning what should be a year-long project into something that feels almost effortless.