"Okay, okay. Let's go now," Caleb was happy to give in and drive the women to the restaurant.He initially planned to take Rebecca and Susan, who sat in the backseat, to a restaurant specializing in local dishes. Alas, the two refused. They had already eaten local dishes on the ferry for several days, so they refused to eat those foods.Even if the food on land tasted much better, the women had already committed the flavors to memory. They didn't even want to see the food, much less eat them.Caleb didn't force them. In truth, he didn't like the local dishes, either. He only suggested the restaurant after thinking about Rebecca's personality. Caleb figured she'd want to experience the local cultures of this foreign place.As for the food, Caleb didn't mind it as long as it could fill his stomach. After all, it was a pleasure to try new foods and experience a different dining environment. He changed his plan now that the women turned down his suggestion.They went to a restaurant
Rebecca skillfully shifted the conversation away from the earlier tense topics, and their subsequent conversation took a more relaxed turn. They delved into gossip and shared amusing anecdotes, while tactfully avoiding any subjects that could potentially dampen the mood. Following a satisfying lunch, Caleb escorted the two ladies back to the hotel. Their flight was scheduled for the next morning. The plan was to let them rest in the afternoon, have dinner, and then explore the local culture. Naturally, Rebecca had no objections to this plan. After all, who wouldn't enjoy a little vacation? On the way back to the hotel, she even jokingly said that the unexpected turn of events had turned this into an overseas vacation. During the journey, Sam initiated a video call and belatedly inquired about the situation. After confirming Rebecca's safety, he cautiously shared this matter with his wife, who had been transferred to a postpartum care center. As an added bonus, he initia
Of course, this didn't mean they could let their guard down entirely. Even though an immediate threat wasn't apparent, the constant surveillance by a group of people remained unsettling. "You can head back to the hotel and rest. Someone at the front desk is waiting for you; just mention your name, and they'll guide you up. I still have to follow Albert's orders and visit a nearby factory. I'll pick you up at dinner." Hearing this, Rebecca understood why Caleb didn't show any intention of getting out of the car. Even at this point, he hadn't even loosened his seatbelt. She opened the door, bid him farewell, and said, "Take care, Caleb. See you tonight." "See you tonight." ... After entering the hotel with Susan, Rebecca didn't follow her upstairs. "Ms. Johnson, what are you going to do?" Although Susan knew it wasn't her place to ask, gratitude compelled her to express concern. She was afraid Rebecca might have encountered unforeseen dangers. "I believe you're well
Indeed, nothing bad would happen. Rebecca had lost count of how many times this handsome guy had vented his anger on her before. Each time, it was all bark and no bite. After all, under normal circumstances, he wouldn't resort to physically harming a woman. Except for those inherently dangerous women, his anger was mainly displayed on his face—anger, glaring eyes, and a stern expression, but without any unnecessary physical actions. Those with slightly less courage might be intimidated by him, but those who had seen it often or had a bit more courage. They wouldn't be intimidated by him. Honestly speaking, Rebecca found it amusing to tease him like this. However, she knew when to stop. She didn't want to provoke him any further and chose to reply straightforwardly. "You can go back; I won't return to Seardale. And, Little Georgie, aren't you the one who despises me the most? You think I'm nothing but a burden in Seardale, so why bother following David's orders to take
Rebecca had a good night's sleep. Unlike before, she didn't close all the curtains when she hit the hay. Perhaps, having gotten used to her time on the ferry, she appreciated the soft sunlight filtering through the window during her afternoon naps. Thus, she grew accustomed to having a faint light in the room. After her chat with Georgie, when she went upstairs to rest, Rebecca left the thick curtains partially drawn and covered the inner layer with a light gauze. This way, the room struck a balance between not being overly bright and not too dim. She drifted into a peaceful sleep under these comfortable conditions. There were no chaotic dreams, and she awoke naturally. Upon waking, the room had darkened completely. The moonlight outside filtered through the light gauze and cast a hazy glow. The curtains swayed with the wind. Rebecca didn't rush to get out of bed; instead, she turned to face the window and lay there for a while. Without thinking about anything in pa
As they entered the hotel, Caleb suddenly asked, "Is that the friend you met today? How do you manage to have friends everywhere?" Caleb didn't deliberately look at Georgie, who stood next to the SUV. Instead, he cast a side glance in his direction. Rebecca didn't hide anything either. Without turning her head, she replied, "He works for David. It seems like David's grip on the Winston Group is slipping. So, he's planning to head back to Seardale and wants to take me along." If this were in Chirea, David probably wouldn't have the ability to take her away. Upon her return, setting aside the security situation, just this incident alone would likely trigger another round of changes in her surroundings. David left upon regaining control of the Winston Group. This time, there was no way he could openly return to the Winston Group with the assistance of Mr. Winston Senior. Without the Winston family, he might not have stood a chance against Maxwell in Fairport. In that case,
As Rebecca uttered those words, she looked at Caleb with a smile. Caleb gazed at her seriously for a moment, then chuckled softly, "It's best if you can think like that, Becca." After conveying his thoughts, Caleb didn't linger in Rebecca's room much longer. After picking up his laptop from the couch, he bid farewell and left. "It's getting late; don't forget about the early morning flight. Remember to wake up early. I'll head back to my room to rest. You should get some sleep too." "Goodbye, Caleb." Rebecca waved as she saw him off. Once Caleb left, the room felt somewhat empty. Rebecca strolled to the window and, looking down, spotted the man standing beside the SUV. The crimson flames slowly burned at his fingertips, sometimes bright, sometimes dim. After observing for a while, she expressionlessly closed the curtains. The man on the ground seemed to sense something and looked up at the building. However, he found nothing. The next morning, Rebecca woke up
The environment here, unlike the commercial streets that Rebecca explored last night, had a distinctive local architectural style. Extending as far as the eye could see was a massive square, adorned with numerous white doves near the fountain. Street artists diligently worked on their paintings, and musicians played an array of musical instruments. People casually rested or immersed themselves in the performances. After each performance, children eagerly tossed coins to the musicians while anticipating the next captivating performance. Beyond the colossal circular fountain stood an iconic cathedral. The central clock's hands moved slowly, and the air carried the distant sounds of a wedding march. Perhaps a priest inside the cathedral was officiating a marriage ceremony. Rebecca felt like she had outgrown the age of romantic fantasies about love. Or maybe, having understood various aspects of life, she had lost interest in love. However, in such an atmosphere, listening to