#Chapter 159: Let’s Go Back

Almara’s Pov “Here they are!” Arthur exclaims while slapping a stack of papers down on the elegant office desk. “What is this?” I ask, more so out of habit but my eyes can already see it’s a list of addresses and houses. I hand Grace to Arthur so that I can flip through the different sheets. “My realtor just emailed them over, she gave us a good mix.” Arthur says running a hand through his still wet hair from his shower. He smells like pine and eucalyptus. I nod because I don’t know how to tell him I think otherwise, not when he smells so good. “What? You don’t think so?” He says seeing right through my attempt to conceal my disagreement. “They all seem. . . nice.” I settle on, which isn’t a lie. As I page through the sheets each house, or rather mansion, is fancier than the last. I pause on one that looks to be made from pale brick, two large stair cases made from stone that wrap each end of the house, oversized windows curve the length of the house, and a turquoise pool bigge