Chapter 662


    Chapter 662


    Rayna tugged at theer of his shirt and pleaded. “Please? Let mee with you.”


    She looked so pitiful that Curtis'' heart softened. He eventually found himself relenting and permitting


    her to apany them on their journey.


    Rayna could finally rx. “By the way, what did Mr. Yeast tell you earlier?” she asked as she munched


    on a piece of pancake Curtis gave her.


    Curtis stopped mid-motion as he was about to ce a te of spaghetti on the coffee table. He quickly


    came up with a different excuse. “Oh, it was just a small matter at work. Nothing significant.”


    “Oh, I see,” came Rayna''s reply.


    Rayna and Curtis had a simple yet satisfying dinner at the hotel after then two-hour hike, which had


    been incredibly tiling. After the meal, Rayna was so exhausted that she could hardly keep her eyes


    open. She curled up on the couch and slipped into a peaceful sleep.


    After Curtis cleared the mess on the table, he carried Rayna up from the couch and walked into the


    bathroom.


    It was a rainy night in Norwal City.


    A man in a khaki coat emerged from his ck sports car parked in the three hundred square meters


    wide courtyard of Windshadow Mansion. He strode toward the entrance and went inside the mansion.


    “Oh? You''re finally back home, huh?” Inside the mansion. Octavia stood on the stairszily. d in a


    red silk nightgown, she teased, “I thought you won''t be home tonight!”


    The man shrugged out of his coat and tossed it on the couch. Giving her a cold look, he asked. “Who


    let you in?”


    “Do I even need help getting into a house like yours?” Octavia asked. She then removed the dangling


    earrings from her ear lobes and tossed them to the man standing on the stairs below her “Six months


    ago, you said you were going to leave Yartran toe to Nonval City. I thought you were in a bad


    mood as your hand got hurt and wanted to rx for a bit.”


    Her eyes sparkled seductively as she made her way down the stabs to stand in front of the man. Her


    long, slender fingers brushed across the man''s chest. “How could you lie to me. Thibault? Don''t you


    feel bad?”


    Thibault pped her hand that was hailing over his body awray. He unbuttoned his shirt and marched


    to the wine cab. After pouring himself a ss of wine, he downed it in one swig, the liquid burning


    his throat. mming the ss onto the cab, he spun around, his eyes zing. “When did you get


    here?” he demanded.


    “The night before you followed them to Shvomhid Mountain,” came Octavia''s answer. She rubbed her


    hand that Thibault had roughly pped awray. A noticeable red mark was visible on the back of her


    hand.


    “Move out now!” Without looking at her. Thibault gave a curt order. “Either you move out yourself, or I


    kick you out. Make your choice!”


    “Hey!” Octavia had no idea Thibault would do this to her. Furious, she watched as he climbed up the


    stairs and dered, “I did everything you told me to! I don''t care what you think. You''re in Nonval City,


    and I''m going to be here for the time being. I won''t move into a hotel. We''re in tliis together, so you


    can''t shake me off so easily!”


    Thibault paused with his hand on the doorknob, hesitating before pushing the door open. He then


    mmed it shut with such force that Octavia jolted in surprise downstairs. She muttered under her


    breath, “Why did he get so angry? He chose to leave Yartran toe to Nonval City. No one kicked


    him out.”


    Something shed across her mind as her lips curled. “Nonval City... Rayna...”


    A loud bang sounded behind her. Octavia whirled around to realize that Thibault had tossed her


    suitcase down from the second floor. “Thibault, tliis is too much! How can you be so ungrateful?”


    “When I left Yartran. I made it clear to you that I wasn''t interested in you at all. I am grateful for your


    assistance in helping me leave the country and, as a result, I promise not to pursue the issue of you


    drugging me that night. We''re even now!” Thibault dered. He returned to Octavia''s room and tossed


    her remaining items down.


    Octavia red at him. “Thibault, I dare you to toss everything!”


    She had just said that when Thibault emerged from the bedroom, about to hurl a white gift box down.


    Seeing that, she implored. “Please don''t throw7 that! I''ll leave. I''ll go right now! Just don''t throw7, it!”


    Despite her pleas, Thibault released liis hold on the gift box. and it crashed onto the ground in the living


    room. The sound of breaking ss could be hearding from within the box. Octavia''s eyes filled


    with tears as she eximed, “Tliis is too much, Thibault!”


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    “Too much?” Thibault let out a snort as though he had just heard a joke. He slowly undid the buttons on


    liis shirt and took off his prosthetic arm. His sleeve hung loosely as he asked icily, “Ms. Octavia, do you


    have a bad memory or do you like pretending to be a fool?”


    Downstairs, Octavia paled at the sight of the empty spot underneath liis sleeve where liis aim should


    be. Pursing her lips, she responded stubbornly, “That wasn''t entirely my fault. It was that woman''s fault


    that you lost your arm. Why are you ming it on me?”


    Octavia nervously gripped theers of her clothes. “Why don''t you hate her? She was the reason


    you lost your arm. Not only you, even Jeff—”


    Thibault''s cold voice cut in, “If I hear liis name from your lips again, I''ll ask my men to cripple you!”


    Downstairs, Octavia felt a chill run down her spine. “I''m just telling the truth!” she insisted.


    “The truth?” Thibault arched a brow; He leveled a sharp look at her and asked. “Who was the one who


    switched Jeffs medicine?”


    Octavia said nothing.


    “Do you know'' that if you hadn''t switched liis medicine. Jeff might still be alive, and he wouldn''t have to


    part with Belle forever?” His frosty w''ords wrent deep into her heart like an iron shard.


    “Ms. Octavia, your association with the royal family means that wemon folks cannot afford to upset


    you. I implore you to stoping to me, or I cannot guarantee your safe departure.” With that. Thibault


    spun on his heels and returned to liis room, leaving Octavia sobbing silently in the living room.


    “I didn''t do it on purpose. I had no idea tilings will turn out tliis way...” Octavia crouched down and


    gathered her scattered clothes from the floor, cing them neatly back into her suitcase. “Belle is doing


    well now; Why am I still med?”


    Thibault stood in the center of the room after shrugging out of his shirt. Without bothering to put any


    clothes on. he turned to gaze at the photo on his bedside table. He picked it up and examined it closely.


    In the photo, a young gill stood on thewn with a timid look on her face, her head resting on the


    shoulder of a young man standing next to her. Behind them, another young man was looking at them


    with a cheerful grin.


    “You came all the wray here for her, but you failed to bring her back. Tliis time, I shall bring her back on


    your behalf,” Thibault vowred as he pressed his forehead to the photo. “I promise to bring her back.


    Just you wait. You''ll reunite with her soon.”