"Well... Now that we've finished here, perhaps we should head back to the Lemna Yard?" Maria suggested it tentatively.

Anthony shook his head in silence, pointing to the wall clock. It was nearly eleven in the night.

"I hadn't realized it was so late. Nonetheless, it's imperative that we head back as soon as possible," Maria remarked in a hushed tone, catching Anthony's smiling gaze.

“Head back to Lemna Yard? Do you genuinely consider it your home? Isn't the villa I've arranged for you far superior?"

Maria felt reluctant to confront him. She nodded timidly and replied, “This is my home, too."