Chapter 588
He felt a flicker of panic, unsure if her absence was a sign she’d wandered off in a drunken haze.
Percival quickly headed to the bathroom. Pushing the door open, he came face–to–face with Odalys as she stepped out. Neither had expected the encounter, and they collided awkwardly.
“Ah!
“Ouch.”
Their muffled exclamations filled the small space as Oklys‘ face pressed against Percival’s chest, the damp fabric of his shirt cool against her skin. Flustered, she immediately stepped back.
“Are you alright? Did you hit your head? Hurt anything?” Percival asked, his voice full of concern.
His eyes scanned her flushed face, taking note of the faint rosy hue on her cheeks and the way her long lashes fanned out like delicate brushstrokes.
They were standing so close he could feel her breath on his skin, and for a brief moment, he felt his heart stutter.
Clearing his throat, he stepped back to put some distance between them.
“I didn’t see you in bed. I thought maybe you’d wandered off, still drunk. I didn’t realize you were just in the bathroom.” His words tumbled out in a rush, and he quickly realized how that might have sounded.
Percival thought. ‘If she had been taking a shower or using the restroom, it would have made me look like an intruder. I acted too hastily, and now I’ve practically embarrassed myself
“No, I’m fine.” Odalys said, brushing off his worry. “I just threw up, and now I feel a lot better” She breezed past him and returned to the room. picking up the glass of water he’d left on her bedside table.
Taking a sip, she let out a contented sigh, but her expression shifted as she turned toward him.
She hesitated, her hand faltering mid–air before she finally spoke. “Caspian went to see Elias from the East District–the one looking to arrange a posthumous marriage”
“Windsor knocked Sophia out earlier tonight. Are they sending her there tonight? Odalys asked
She wasn’t just driven by curiosity; she needed to confirm if Caspian would do it. If he did, it would mean his talk about a posthumous marriage was true, a calculated move to use her for some gain.
“Do you want to go check it out?” Percival asked.
Odalys smiled, turning her head to look at him standing there in his loose robe. “Would Mr. Stewart have time to accompany me?”
“I have time. I’ll change and join you.” Percival replied. He didn’t mind the invitation. His mood lifted, and he left with an almost spring in his step.
Watching him walk away. Odalys thought. “If I hadn’t seen the injury on his leg. I’d never believe he wasn’t fully healed: She frowned slightly.
“Doesn’t it hurt walking that fast?” she muttered but didn’t think much about it. Instead, she turned to her wardrobe, picked a casual outfit, shrugged on a coat, and tied her hair back loosely before heading out
Just as she stepped outside her room, Percival emerged in casual clothes. Together, they descended the stairs quietly, driving away from the Stewart
“Evander, don’t you think Mr. Stewart and Mrs. Stewart have so much energy! Back from a right out, and now they’re off again. Ah, youth is wonderful.” Dorian said wistfully
Hearing the car drive off, he rushed to the window for a glimpse. Sure enough, it was Percival’s vehicle. He watched with a hint of envy
Dorian thought, “Getting older takes its toll. They’re so young and full of energy–what a wonderful time of life!”
“Dating these days–who doesn’t head out in the middle of the night?” Evander’s voice was dismissive, clearly unimpressed by Dorian’s fuss. After all, everyone had their youthful days.
In the East District, the night was as dark as ink, the faint moonlight barely breaking through the heavy, secretive air as a sleek black Mercedes- Benz glided down the road with Caspian gripping the wheel firmly and driving with steady precision
Chapter 588
stay like this forever!” Atlas asked,
“Caspian, what’s going on with Henry? He’s been completely unresponsive, stuck in some daze. Do you think he’ll stay his voice tinged with worry.
Glancing at Henry, who sat staring blankly in the back seat. A sense of uncase rippled through him. Henry was the backbone of the family; if anything happened to him, it could spell the end for the Bennett family.
“There must be a way to handle this. When Edie returns, she’ll handle it. After all, isn’t she involved in this mess, too?” Caspian replied coolly.
His calmness wasn’t born of ignorance. It came from knowing that he’d be next in line without Henry. He’d inherit the business if the Bennett Group were to recover.
“Are we heading to the East District to establish a marriage alliance with Elias ? What if it gets discovered later–will they come after us for revenge!” Atlas asked, clearly uneasy.
Atlas thought, “A posthumous marriage–it’s terrifying even to imagine. They say you’re tied for life, and if you betray them, the only end is death”
“Shut it! If you feel so bad for her, why don’t you marry her yourself? Go ahead, move in together. See how that works out.” Caspian’s sarcastic remark silenced Atlas on the spot.
Caspian thought, I can’t stop thinking about Sophia’s cunning nature–it feels like a nightmare I can’t wake from.
“Caspian, have you noticed how strange Windsor’s been acting tonight? He’s nothing like when he first came back. Back then, he and Sophia used to be close. But now he wants to strangle her?”
“And the way he acts now, it’s like he’s become his old self again. But what happened during those three years abroad to make him so different?” Atlas’s voice carried an edge of unease as he recalled the fury in Windsor’s eyes earlier.
Atlas thought, “Windsor’s towering rage toward Sophia has always unsettled me–he’s the one I’ve feared most”
Caspian dismissed the question curtly. “I don’t know.”
“Caspian thought. It didn’t matter if Windsor was his old self or a different man; as long as it benefited the Bennett family, that’s all that counted. The previous Windsor hadn’t been keen to pass the legacy to me, so whether this was genuine made little difference.
“Caspian, why would Hannah want to seduce Evander? Do you think she’s having an affair?” Atlas asked hesitantly: “I thought she’d never want to marry again after the divorce.” Atlas trailed off, clearly uncomfortable with the topic.
Atlas thought, Just thinking about it made me feel embarrassed. After all, Hannah wasn’t young a
young anymore, yet she still acted so brazenly!
“Caspian, don’t you think Hannah and Sophia have much in common?” Atlas continued, his tone somber. “From their personalities to their recent behavior, it’s uncanny. They’re practically the same.”
Caspian remained silent, though he seemed to consider Atlas‘ words.
“Sophia loves to manipulate men, and Hannah’s behavior lately isn’t any better,” Atlas said, his frustration evident. Their tactics are the same- always trying to climb higher, completely shameless.
Atlas couldn’t shake his discomfort, feeling like he was no longer their priority. The thought, They’ve always been about taking, and now that they’ve turned their focus elsewhere, I can’t help but feel abandoned.
Caspian kept his eyes on the road as he turned down another street, eventually pulling up outside a gated villa. With a sharp press on the brake, he brought the car to a sudden halt. Then he pulled out his phone and made a brief call.
“I’m outside your villa,” Caspian said curtly. “Come take a look at the goods. If it works for you, we’ll handle it tonight” He ended the call without waiting for a reply.
A short while later, the front door opened, and a man stepped out. He had a rounded stomach that strained against his shirt, wore slippers on his feet, and held a cigarette casually between his lips. He looked nothing like a grieving father.
“Cas
