"The Wests sent some folks to Evercrestia again a few days back. I''m a bit worried about it." Jerome
said, his legs crossed.
Lizetta''s eyebrows furrowed in surprise. She hadn''t expected that two months on, not only had the
Wests not given up on searching for her, but they had also increased their efforts. What were they
nning? Were they relentless?
A chill ran through Lizetta, her hands on herp trembling slightly without her noticing. She was both
afraid and angry.
The warmth from Jerome''s hand enveloped hers as he set down his coffee mug and leaned in to give
her hand a reassuring squeeze.
Looking up, Lizetta met hisforting, smiling gaze. "Don''t worry. I''ve set up a few obstacles and
distractions in Evercrestia to lead them off your trail. They won''t find their way here."
Lizetta''s heart gradually calmed, and she nodded.
But at that moment, she realized they were sitting a little too close.
The snow continued to fall outside, casting a serene, dim glow in the living room. The quiet of the night
was inherently romantic, perhaps too conducive to unintended intimacies. Feeling suddenly
ufortable, Lizetta instinctively pulled back slightly, her fingers curling up. But before she could
withdraw her handpletely, Jerome let go.
Standing up, he said, "Oh, I brought something for you. It''s outside the door, I''ll go get it."
With that, he turned and strode out.
He did indeed bring a suitcase, and he had nearly been hit by a flowerpot at the door when he saw
Lizetta.
As he left, a gust of cold wind swept in. Lizetta let out a sigh and a smallugh. She felt like she had
been away from men for too long and had started to overthink things.
Outside the door, Jerome picked up the suitcase and strode toward the two-story vi, then abruptly
halted.
Turning around, he looked around and saw only the snow sweeping across the silent, deserted path.
There was nothing out of the ordinary.
He turned back and quickened his pace, soon disappearing into the yard.
"Mr. Remington Dashiell, it''s really Jerome! Madam must be here. I'' call our guys over," Ray''s voice
emerged from behind a low wall, moments after Jerome had disappeared.
In the shadow beside Ray, a man stood silently, his gaze piercing through the snow and walls into the
house. Clenching his leather-gloved hands to resist the urge to barge in, he was close to finding the
one he had been searching for two months.
He didn''t want to scare her, or worse, drive her further away.
He turned back and quickened his pace, soon disappearing into the yard, "Not now. Find a ce where
we can keep an eye on her."
Ray turned back in surprised, "We finally found Madam, aren''t we taking her with us now?"
Jerome''s distractions in Evercrestia had led Rp and his men on a wild goose chase.
But Remington wasn''t that foolish. He immediately realized that it was a smokescreen set up by
Jerome. He also guessed that Lizetta might have already left Evercrestia, and since Luminesia was
adjacent to Evercrestia and thenguages were simr, both being of the Northern Germanguage
group, it was likely she had gone there.
Although Lizetta had only studied it in the past, she had a talent fornguages and had no problem with
everydaymunication.
Remington had his people watch Luminesia and had indeed discovered Jerome''s presence there. But
Jerome was very cautious, and their people had lost track of him. Fortunately, they had a general idea
of his whereabouts.
Remington circled a few possible locations, ruled out several nearby bustling tourist towns, and finally
thought this small town was the most likely.
He brought Ray here personally, initially just taking a chance, but it seemed like luck was on their side.
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It was a gambleing here, but luck seemed to be on Remington''s side on this snowy night.
Liz, I''ve finally found you.
Our connection hasn''t broken, and I won''t let it.