Chapter 371

The scenery along the extended road gradually captivated Evelyn.

Endless fields of lavender stretched out on either side, their purple hues fading as the season drew to a close. Most of the flowers had already been harvested, leaving only scattered patches still being gathered by workers.

The air carried a delicate floral fragrance, crisp and soothing.

"Lavendelle," she murmured, tilting her head back to let the breeze, laced with the scent of blossoms, caress her face. Nature's beauty embraced her fully.

"Admittedly, this isn't the best time for flower viewing," Dominic remarked as he drove. "But there's more to see here than just lavender. I think you'll find it intriguing."

Evelyn glanced at him with a knowing smile. "Lavendelle is famous for its lavender. Every June, the harvest begins—distilled into essential oils, perfumes, soaps, and more. That's what you wanted to show me, isn't it?"

"You've figured it all out. Where's the fun in that?"

His lips curved into an amused grin as he focused on the road, accelerating slightly. He had successfully piqued her curiosity, creating an atmosphere where she could relax, her tension melting away.

She let him lead without further questions.

After winding through vast lavender fields and narrow paths, they arrived at a lively town.

Modern high-rises stood alongside medieval architecture, blending past and present seamlessly. The streets bustled with people—some hurrying through markets, others strolling leisurely. The mingling crowd painted a vibrant scene.

The lingering scent of lavender in the air was calming, almost therapeutic.

Once he parked, Dominic took her hand, guiding her down a charming, cobbled street. No bodyguards trailed them, no need to hide. Here, they were just an ordinary couple, anonymous and free.

Evelyn loved this feeling—unburdened, carefree.

"You drove all this way just to skip going home and go shopping instead?" she teased, laughing.

Not that she minded.

"Of course not."

Before she could respond, he tugged her around a corner and into a quaint shop.

The exterior was unassuming, but inside, it was a treasure trove of exquisite items.

Most of the accessories and decor were crafted in varying shades of brown and green, creating a warm, cohesive aesthetic. The atmosphere was inviting, the style distinctly unique.

"This place is enchanting!" She turned to Dominic, her eyes alight with curiosity.

"Can you tell what makes it special?" he asked, amused.

The shop was quiet, with only a handful of customers murmuring softly, their occasional laughter light and airy.

Evelyn wandered leisurely until she spotted a delicate carving on a shelf—a heart, not red, but a soft, earthy brown.

The craftsmanship was intricate yet simple.

Leaning closer, she inhaled deeply. A faint, sweet aroma mingled with something richer, almost edible.

Intrigued, she reached out—

"Hello, please don't touch that!"

The sharp voice spoke in Laurentian.

Evelyn withdrew her hand immediately. "My apologies. I just thought it was beautiful."

If touching wasn't allowed, then she wouldn't.