Gael and Emilia were at odds with each other on their wedding night. However, Yanni and Keaton were sweet and loving.

Keaton brought Yanni and Ella back to the villa. As night fell, the car slowly came to a stop. The lights at the entrance were bright, and the sparse falling snow was as fine as dust.

Keaton stepped out of the car, and half of his face was bathed in the blinding white light, making his features appear even more striking and sharp.

He walked to the side of the car and opened the rear door, bending slightly to peer inside. Ella was sleeping and leaning on Yanni’s shoulder. The car was warm, and the little girl’s cheeks were glowing with a soft pink warmth.

"Still asleep?" Keaton asked, but his gaze remained fixed on Yanni.

Yanni responded softly, "Yeah."

Keaton reached over effortlessly and gently picked up Ella. The little girl was half-asleep, and she woke up briefly as she lay on Keaton's shoulder. However, the moment she caught the familiar and comforting scen