Chapter 62
His words hit me like a jolt, and I froze, the memory rushing back to me. I had indeed encountered a bruised and battered youth in a shady part of the city. His clothes had been torn, his face hidden beneath a mess of hair and beard. I had felt a pang of pity for him and offered him the only food I had left, along with a simple bandage for his wounds.
“Yes, I remember,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “But how do you know about that?”
Maurice smiled, a wistful expression on his face. “Because that man was me,” he revealed softly.
stared at him in disbelief, my mind struggling to reconcile the image of the ragged youth I had helped with the refined, handsome man sitting beside me. “You? But… you looked so different back
then.”
“It was a difficult time,” Maurice explained. “I was on the run from hunters who were after my life. You know, a vampire like me is valuable prey. That night, I had fallen into an ambush and had been
running for days. I thought I would die there, in that place, until you came along.”
I was stunned, unable to find the words. “I never… I never would have connected that man with you.”
Maurice’s smile was warm, tinged with a touch of sadness. “I recognized you the moment you
walked into my piano shop all those years later. I’ve been looking for you all these years. You were always grateful to me for helping you, but the truth is, Shirley, you gave me life. I owe you more than you could ever know.”
The realization hit me like a tidal wave. The coincidence, the twist of fate that had brought us together again, was overwhelming. And then, in the midst of our conversation, Maurice’s expression
grew serious. His eyes bore into mine as he spoke the words that would change everything.
“Shirley,” he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion, “I have to tell you something. All these years, I’ve watched over you, helped you in any way I could, not just because I owed you, but because… I love you.”
My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. Maurice’s confession hung in the air between us, a truth I had never anticipated but couldn’t ignore.
Maurice’s confession left my mind spinning, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that I couldn’t quite sort through. He had looked at me with such intensity, his eyes brimming with love, but then again, Maurice always had a way of making anyone feel like the center of his world. Could I really trust what he said? Or was it just another one of his charming ways?
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apter 62
“Shirley,” Maurice’s voice was soft, almost pleading as he noticed my hesitation. “You don’t have to decide right now. I can wait. I’ve spent most of my life waiting for the right moment, so what’s a little
hore time?” He reached out, gently taking my hand in his. His touch was warm, steady, and when he leaned down to kiss the back of my hand, I felt a jolt of something unfamiliar. It was tender,
almost reverent, and it sent a shiver through me.
I wanted to pull away, to distance myself from the confusing emotions he was stirring up, but something in the way he held my gaze made it difficult. Maurice had always been there, a constant presence, but now… now it felt different. There was a pull between us, something unspoken yet
powerful, and it left me more conflicted than ever.
As we sat there, the soft light of the piano lounge casting a gentle glow around us, neither of us noticed the figure lurking in the shadows a hundred meters away. Hidden behind a corner, Lorcia Watched us with narrowed eyes. Her lips curled into a sly smile as she pulled out her phone, zooming in on the scene before her. With a quick tap, she captured the moment–Maurice holding my hand, his lips just inches from my skin, while I looked at him with a mix of surprise and
confusion.
Just as she snapped the picture, I felt an odd sensation, like someone was watching me. I turned my head slightly, scanning the room, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Lorcia had already slipped away, her mission accomplished.
Back in her room, Lorcia smirked as she reviewed the photo on her phone. It was a perfect shot, capturing the moment in all its ambiguity. She sent the image to Lorik with a smirk, confident that it would ignite the jealousy she so desperately wanted to stir.
With this picture, Lorik must have hated to kill them for cheating.
Thinking about it, Lorcia couldn’t wait for Lorik’s response.
