Chapter 588

However, Noah didn’t make the phone call in the end.

He knew what was going on with that lingering feeling in his gut. He was worried and concerned.

He missed Gwynn.

It was the eve of New Year. Lorian was eight months old now. Noah brought his son to Nihonburg. They were going to spend their New Year's there.

It started to snow when their private plane was about to land at the airport, but it was ultimately uneventful.

A black limousine pulled into his villa when evening rolled in, its roof blanketed with a thin layer of snow.

Getting out of the car, he swept his eyes across the surroundings. The villa wasn’t as cheerful as it was at Christmas. It was deadly quiet and not festive at all.

Walking into the living room, he brushed off the snowflake on her overcoat. Gwynn was nowhere to be seen.

Gladys saw him and knew what was on his mind. Carrying Lorian in her arms, she said, “Ms. Gwynn wouldn’t come downstairs. She had always had her meals up there. She wouldn’t speak too.