Chapter 224 Moonlit Reflections 1
<b>Chapter </b><b>224</b><b>: </b><b>Moonlit </b>Reflections<b>–</b><b>1 </b>
<b>Chapter </b>224: Moonlit Reflections
<b>(</b>Olivia’s POV)
<b>The </b>next morning, I woke up early at Crescent Moon Grand Hotel Mistfall, feeling refreshed after <b>a </b><b>good </b>
night’s sleep. The mountain air had worked its magic, and I felt more rxed than I had in weeks.
After a hearty breakfast in the hotel’s elegant dining room, I prepared for our nned excursion to Moonlit
Lake in the suburbs. The anticipation of seeing the famous scenic spot had me excited.
In the hotel parking lot, Connor turned to Awen, who stood expressionlessly beside him. “You can go <b>back</b>.
I’m here, nothing will happen.”
Awen’s face remained indifferent as stone. “I only listen to the boss.”
Connor fell silent, clearly frustrated. I could see the disappointment in his ice–blue eyes as he realized his
romantic ns were being thwarted.
He had finally gotten the chance to enjoy a world of two with me on this trip, but someone was rushing to be
a third wheel.
Seeing Connor’s reaction, I thought about Awen’s situation. She had been following me to protect me, and her
work was actually very boring and tiring.
She had no rest all year round, so she should take a good rest this time. Besides, if something happened in
the wild, it would be better to have more people to take care of us.
As for Connor, I knew exactly what he was thinking. It was nothing more than wanting to be alone with me
and spend time together.
That was easy to handle. When we arrived, we could let Awen stay away.
“It’s fine,” I said to Connor with a reassuring smile. “Awen cane with us.”
Since I agreed, Awen followed us without another word.
The means of transportation wasn’t something we needed to worry about. Connor made a quick phone call,
and within minutes, someone drove over to pick us up.
The sturdy off–road vehicle left the city and drove for about twenty minutes through winding mountain roads
to reach Moonlit Lake.
It was said that there should be many tourists taking photos and checking in by theke at this time of day.
Perhaps because Connor was here, someone had made arrangements in advance.
Theke was very quiet when we arrived, and there was no one else there.
The car stopped near the shoreline, and the driver stayed in the vehicle. Awen, Connor, and I got out
<b>car</b>.
The scenery in front of us took my breath away. I couldn’t help but exim at the sight.
The sky was as blue as if it had been washed, clean and clear without a trace of impurities. The white <b>clouds </b>were leisurely, as if they were the most casual brushstrokes of nature, gently embellishing this vast blue
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<b>canvas</b><b>. </b>
<b>The </b><bke </b>water <b>reflected </b><b>the </b>blue of the sky<b>, </b>sparkling in the sunlight<b>, </b><b>bright </b><b>and </b>crystal <b>clear</b><b>. </b><b>It </b><b>was </b>like <b>angels </b>scattering diamonds to the world, as beautiful as a dream.
<b>The </b>azureke was like a gemstone iid on the green prairie<b>, </b>quiet and mysterious, making me feel <b>rxed </b>
<b>and </b>happy.
Wildflowers were blooming by theke – yellow, purple, and white. Small wildflowers whose names I couldn’t identify were blooming inpetition, their fragrant scent attracting butterflies to dance and bees <b>to </b>work
busily gathering honey.
It was a scene full of vitality and natural beauty.
Connor came prepared. He took out a professional SLR camera and began taking pictures <b>of </b><b>the </b>amazing fairnd–like scenery.
After capturing severalndscape photos, Connor raised his head from behind the camera. “Livvy, <b>stand </b>over there and I’ll take a picture of you.”
Today, I was wearing a light blue and pure white id dress with a big white bow on the chest. Delicate <b>white </b>
daisies were embroidered on the skirt.
I had only brought formal wear for this business trip and no casual clothes. This dress was bought by
Connor with me at a shopping mall in the cityst night.
It was a very youthful and beautiful color, which was perfect for this stunning natural scenery.
I walked to the spot Connor indicated and stood by theke’s edge. The wind caught the corners of my skirt, making the fabric flutter like butterflies about to take flight.
I struck a few poses while Connor patiently took pictures of me. Even without makeup, I felt beautiful in this
natural setting.
Connor changed several angles to capture different shots – far and near, proving that he took many pictures from the side, front, and back. He had clearly yed with photography before, and he was very professional
in his technique.
Every photo he took came out beautifully.
After the individual shots, Connor called Awen over. “Can you take a group photo for us?”
We hadn’t taken a group photo for a long time. Connor carefully exined how to use the camera to Awen,
then walked over and stood next to me.
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