#Chapter 191: What Do You Think?

Almara’s Pov “Before you say anything, there’s more,” Arthur says, his eyes excitedly searching mine though I have no idea what mine are conveying back. Arthur bought this house? Beneath the complete shock and awestruck beauty of the house is the nagging question of why he didn’t talk to me about this first. The old Arthur certainly wouldn’t have and would have done exactly this to swoon me- and it would’ve worked. The Arthur that’s developed over the last five years would have brought it up to me. We would’ve housed hunted as a team and been involved with all the decision-making, co-creating our next steps. Arthur moves in haste out of the car. I slowly grip the door handle and push my way out. Gravel crunches underneath the pressing weight of my foot. I stand and turn to face the house, the house that we now own. Only now do I become aware of the towering mountains set behind the back of the house. They stand powerfully, hints of their purple rocks poke through the distance am