Chapter 174

Becket and Alaric walked out of the villa side by side, a decade or more apart in age. Becket exuded calm composure, while Alaric carried a refined elegance.

Together, they stood tall and imposing, their looks striking—a living portrait of haven and distinction.

Alaric slipped one hand into his pocket, raising an eyebrow at Becket. "What's up?"

Becket wore a pair of glasses, and every move he made