Chapter 451


    Arabe paused and said, "We are already divorced." Her slender feathered eyshes blinked twice.


    "Well, let me put it this way. You haven''t given up on Keh''s condition, and you still want to cure him.


    That''s why you want to take away the Mand flower, isn''t it?"


    Arabe turned around and looked at Tyrone. "This is my own business. It''s alreadyte now, and I


    want to rest."


    She was essentially driving him away.


    Tyrone looked at her for a while, then said, "With your current condition, you absolutely cannot touch


    the Mand flower again, unless you''re willing to risk your life. Although I don''t know what you''re


    nning, for safety reasons, I''ll be on the same flight to Faykarta with you tomorrow. I''ll wait for you at


    the airport. Rest well. See you tomorrow."


    Tyrone left the room.


    Arabe frowned, wondering what he meant. Is he monitoring her?


    She sat in a chair and took out the medical book, flipping to thest page.


    ...


    Tyrone left the room and took out his phone, making a call. "From now on, have someone keep an eye


    on Arabe. We''ll fly to Faykarta tomorrow. I don''t want anything unexpected to happen when we


    leave."


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    The following day, Arabe woke up naturally, and when she finished washing up, it was already past


    nine o''clock. She opened the door and walked out.


    As she stood in the corridor, she heard steady footsteps approaching. She nced sideways and saw


    a tall and handsome figure walking towards her-it was Keh.


    He was here too.


    Arabe didn''t expect to run into him here so suddenly and unexpectedly. She was utterly unprepared


    for this encounter, as it was the first time they had met after their divorce.


    She quickly averted and looked at the jumping red numbers on the elevator panel.


    Keh walked over and stood beside her. His voice was deep and hoarse. "How have you been


    Arabe didn''t look at him and simply nodded. "Hmm, quite good. Are you also staying in this hotel?"


    "I''m here for work." He gave a brief answer.


    "Oh." Arabe didn''t say anything else, trying hard to appear rxed and natural.


    Then she heard his low, husky voice again, "Last night, I saw Tyrone entering your room. It seems like


    things have progressed quickly between you two. How far have you gone?"


    Arabe froze for a moment and quickly turned to look at him. He was also looking at her, his narrow


    eyes filled with exhausted red blood vessels. Dark circles marred hisplexion, indicating that he


    wasn''t in a good mental state. There was an aura of sickly gloom and hostility around him.


    "I don''t understand what you''re talking about." The elevator arrived, and Arabe dropped those words


    before stepping into it.


    However, her delicate wrist was caught by a firm grip the next moment. The man''s clearly defined


    fingers pushed her against the wall.


    Her slender back pressed against the wall, his muscr chest in front of her. Arabe found herself


    trapped in his embrace. She furrowed her brows and said, "Mr. Lucero, if you have something to say,


    just say it. Don''t touch me."


    At such close proximity, he could smell the sweet scent of her youth that he was infatuated with and


    fond of. "Seems like you have misconceptions about me touching you. Before I actuallyy hands on


    you, answer my question honestly. What did you and Tyrone do in the roomst night?"


    Arabe looked into his bloodshot eyes, pressing her hands against his muscr chest, trying to push


    him away. "This is my private matter. It''s none of your business, Keh. You''re really annoying!"