Chapter 282
After lunch, Scarlet offered to help with the dishes, surprising Clara with her initiative. The two moved into the kitchen, chatting softly while the boys and Jesse made their way outside.
"Ahh, damn! This place is too quiet," Raze said with a lazy yawn, stretching his arms overhead.
"Yeah, and I'm starting to feel a bit bored," Greg added as he wandered toward the porch and dropped onto a wooden bench with a grunt.
Around Grey's home, a tall wooden fence enclosed the property. The backyard stretched into a flat, grassy field—a garden in name only, since Clara hadn't planted anything.
Ten meters away stood another house, followed by another at the same distance, creating a spaced, peaceful neighborhood.
"I kinda miss the academy," Vince muttered, idly kicking a pebble, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
