The black wrought iron gate, adorned only with understated thorn patterns...didn't look like the entrance to a prestigious household.,He inherited the Moriarty Group, owning three museums and even the only observatory in the White Queen District, which he funded. Despite his immense wealth, he quietly dedicated himself to academia at the university. He even funded numerous orphanages and adopted many orphans, making him a remarkable philanthropist.,He was clad in pure white fleece pajamas, looking as if he had just stepped out of the bath. His silken blond hair caught the warm glow of the hearth fire. He sat quietly and intently reading by the fire, his delicate features holding a gentle expression… reminding her of a poet, with the flames rising in their home fireplace.。