The two of them continued walking along the tree-lined path in the backyard.
Although the Ormond family residence wasn’t as grand as Wildridge Manor, it was still quite spacious for a private villa.
The backyard was peaceful, filled with shaded walkways, small streams, and winding corridors. The afternoon breeze made it especially pleasant for a quiet stroll.
With Tatum’s two sons—youngest only twelve—the house felt unusually calm.
A soft wind rustled through the leaves, breaking the stillness every now and then.
“Do you want to sit for a bit?” Milo asked gently. “See that pavilion ahead?”
“Sure.”
