The Designer Next Door

Synopsis

The evenings at Rose Creek always carried the light scent of osmanthus. The evening breeze swept across the balcony, letting the gentle night air flow right into my living room. My name was Juliette Brook, and I was an unknown illustrator. I spent my days at home sketching. My personality was soft and mellow. My voice always had a gentle, syrupy softness. I loved stockpiling snacks, baking cookies, and living a life that was as sweet as sugar. Before I met Daniel Elliott, I thought my days would always be surrounded by paintbrushes, picture books, and snacks, which was peaceful and uneventful. That was until a tall, straight-backed man in a dark shirt moved in next door and became my neighbor. Everyone said Daniel was famous in the industry for being a cold and unapproachable architect, quiet, distant, and ruthless in his work. No one could get close to him. But only I knew that this man, who seemed aloof and reserved to everyone else, would bring me warm milk when I stayed up late drawing. He would wait with me for the locksmith when I forgot my keys, remember every little thing I mentioned I liked, and save all his gentleness for me. When I, the sweet, soft-hearted illustrator, met my cold, distant architect neighbor, there was no messy drama, no heartbreaking misunderstandings. There was only a gentle, lasting sweetness and the kind of affection that grew deeper with every single day.