Chapter 966 Invitation
Chapter 966 Invitation
Bessie did not answer since she didn''t have much impression of that man. She knew nothing about him
except for his identity as the chiefmander of Northfield.
"What? Do you think he looks better?!" asked Doyle, annoyed.
He always acted like a child in front of her though he appeared to be an experienced and mature
gentleman in public.
"Nope. I can''t remember what he looks like." Said Besse.
"Didn''t we meet tonight?"
"It''s not like my attention was on him," Bessie said bluntly.
She didn''t remember everyone very well from a one-time meeting.
"Is that so?" Doyle was instantly in a good mood when he heard Bessie say that. After all, he was not
confident whenpared with Oscar Wells. He had also seenments about Oscar''s divine face in
the media before. But when he contacted him in reality, Doyle found that man more attractive than he
had imagined. Besides, the excessive attention Oscar paid to Bessie tonight even gave him a sense of
crisis.
The good thing was. Bessie wasn''t interested in that man at all, for which Doyle was in a good mood.
He yawned and said, "I''m going to my room, go to bed early, Besse."
"Uh-huh."
"If you regret it feel free toe find me next door, I''ll leave the door unlocked." Doyle smiled
meaningfully.
Bessie didn''t pay any attention to him.
Doyle closed the door and left.
Besse felt relieved at this moment, with all the pretenceing off. She stood up from the sofa and
walked to therge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the beautiful night view of the capital at night.
Somehow, she had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this country, and the people here,
especially that little boy and the woman called Susan Johnson. Apart from them, she chose Little
Bunny as their spokesperson because of their familiarity too. However, it made no sense. She had
nevere to Northfield before, which meant she should not have this feeling.
She even retraced all the ces she had been to regain her memory, reliving the meaningful moments
she had experienced. However, everything still felt unfamiliar and foreign, as if she were living
someone else''s life.
Only Northfield made her feel different.
Besse''s heart skipped a beat. She didn''t dare entertain some of the bold thoughts that crossed her
mind because they seemed absurd. She also didn''t think Doyle would deceive her. Perhaps it was just
a misconception.
The next day, due to exhaustion and insomnia from the previous night, both Doyle and Besse woke up
and looked outside at the sunny sky with a sense of contentment.
As she got up to wash up, she messaged Doyle, "Are you awake?"
"I''m waiting for Lady Besse''s summons." He replied.
Besse smiled before asking him, "Have you eaten yet?"
"I''ve been waiting for you."
"Then go ahead and order something, have them bring it to your room while I get ready. After that, we
can go out for a walk."
"Yes ma''am."
After finishing washing up and changing into casual clothes at random from their home wear collection,
Besse opened the door only to be startled by seeing a strange man in a suit standing outside.
"Are you looking for me?!" She asked with surprise.
The man bowed respectfully before answering, "Commander sent me here to invite Lady Besse and Mr
George for dinner tonight."
"We might not be able toe back on time tonight since we n on going outter."
"Commander says he will wait at the restaurant until your arrival no matter howte that may be."
Besse frowned slightly, thinking that the chiefmander of Northfield seemed quite pushy.
"Dinner will be served at the restaurant of the hotel after you return from your sightseeing trip today
evening. Staff members will wait outside your room until then."
Besse felt like Oscar hadn''t given her any option but to ept his offer.
"And," the man took out an organizer box from his hand, "this is outdoor equipment prepared by
Commander, especially for you, Lady Besse. There are mosquito repellent drugs, heat stroke
prevention medicine, sunscreen lotion etc inside as Northfield has many mosquitoes during the
summer season along with strong UV rays."
Feeling confused, Bess epted it without saying anything more.
"Commander wishes you both have fun ying in Northfield." Said the gentleman bowing deeply
before leaving. Besse watched his back as he walked away, then looked down at the item in her hand.
She couldn''t help but feel a little crazy.
"Besse." The door next to her opened.
She snapped out of it.
"Why didn''t youe in?" Doyle asked, impatient.
"Commander''s people just came by."
"Who?"
"One of Commander''s subordinates." Besse said, "They brought a bunch of stuff over and invited us to
dinner tonight."
"You agreed?" Doyle was unhappy. He didn''t like Oscar and had a kind of aversion to him that he
thought Oscar was annoying even though Besse wasn''t interested in him.
"I didn''t agree," Besse said, "but I didn''t refuse either."
Doyle frowned.
"They said they''d wait for us no matter howte it is."
"Okay, let''s see how long he can wait," Doyle said with some emotion.
Besse was a little bit worried since Oscar was the chiefmander of Northfield, who should be
treated politely by them.
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"Forget about him,e in, we should have some food, I''m starving." Said Doyle.
Besse nodded.
After the meal, they left the hotel together. Last night, Besse did some research and picked out some
popr tourist spots with good reviews for them to visit this afternoon. Under the hot sun that burned
their faces red, while mosquitoes attacked them relentlessly making their experience unbearable, they
started their trip in this country. Besse could endure it while the haughty prince urged them back home
early on. They returned to the hotel at around 8 PM.
When they walked into the hotel, four employees stood before them bowing respectfully and greeting
them.
"Mr George, Lady Besse."
Besse frowned while Doyle seemed annoyed as one employee spoke up, "Mr Commander is waiting
for you both in the restaurant."
The two seemed to have forgotten all about this invitation until now.
"This way please."
"We''re tired after spending all day outside. I''m sorry, but please tell Mr Commander that we''ll take a
rain check." Doyle refused directly without hesitation or fear of offending Northfield''s highest leader.
"Mr Commander said that Mr George and Lady Besse would want to have some food while being tired
and that if you don''t want to go to the restaurant, food can be served to your room, and Mr Commander
will dine with you together."