Chapter 70 Home Again

• The warm evening breeze kissed Zara’s cheeks as the sleek black SUV pulled into the familiar driveway of the Tunde mansion. A subtle smile danced on her lips. Home. After everything that happened in Abuja—the confusion, the surprises, the secrets—returning to the house she grew up in gave her an odd sense of calm.
• Regan stepped out of the car, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt. “Let me at least show my face,” he said lightly, his voice calm but respectful. “Wouldn’t feel right to drop my wife like a package and drive off.”
• Zara chuckled. “That’s sweet of you.”