Chapter 162: Perfect Little Home
Soleia’s new home was a small, well-kept estate next to the edge of the woods. There was a wooden fence marking the perimeter of their land, and there were several other smaller houses in the vicinity. It wasn’t comparable to Vramid’s royal palace, but compared to the dilapidated disaster that was Drankenmire before she showed up to fix it, this new estate was simply a godsend.
Soleia had honestly expected the worst― thinking that Sir Ralph’s noble friend might have simply thrown one of his dying properties at Sir Ralph, demanding that he fix it in return for letting them stay.
Instead, what Soleia saw was a cozy home she could imagine herself living in for the rest of her days. From the outside, their grounds weren’t filled with overgrown weeds, and the fences were solid without decay. As they walked closer to the door, Soleia saw a brown tabby cat with bright green eyes that sat in front of her door like she was magically welcoming them.
"Oh hello, sweetheart," Soleia immediately couldn’t help cooing at their newest house guest, who eagerly jumped into her arms. "Do you live here?"
While Soleia began conversing with the cat, Rafael opened the door, looked around, and mentally applauded his men for a job well done. They had cleaned up his summer estate well enough that Soleia and he could move in immediately.
The floorboards were clean, the walls weren’t moldy, and there were no holes in the roof.
He checked out the bedroom and internally cheered. There was only one huge double bed. He made a note to himself to give Oliver a hefty bonus. He quickly invited Soleia inside.
"It’s a bit small," Rafael said with false humility, "But there are enough rooms for you to banish me if you get angry with me, and we can even hire servants if you need the help."
Soleia entered the home with wide eyes, along with her new cat in her arms. Her eyes darted around the estate and she too was pleased with how it looked. But she couldn’t help worrying.