Late that night, Timothy York followed Summer Thorne into the apartment that had been purchased in a whirlwind just that day.
Compared to Stillwater, this three-bedroom apartment was certainly much smaller, but it was far more spacious than Kingscrest. For Summer Thorne, it was just right.
Timothy York didn't really have any particular feelings or requirements about the size of a home.
He had lived in very, very small houses, and he had lived in very, very large ones.
None of them had been happy places for him.
In fact, they had been places of extreme anguish.
Until he returned to Valois. To him, there was no real difference between Stillwater and Kingscrest; the only thing that mattered was whether she would be there.
At that moment, Timothy York watched as Summer Thorne energetically planned the layout of the room, a faint smile on his face, but he remained silent.
