It was as though they had been forced to take the money rather than deliberately sell her brother’s heart out of greed for the cash. Ellen came out to the balcony and saw the RV outside with its lights on; a tall figure could be vaguely seen moving around in it. At the sight. of this, she felt a knot in her stomach. He’s really staying here.
Hearing the sound of a text message on her phone in the room, she involuntarily got back to her bed and saw the text message sent by Jared. It read, ‘Aren’t you gonna sleep yet?’
She let out a sigh and texted him back, ‘You should go back.” The man was quite stubborn, though. I’m not leaving. I’ll stay where you are! ‘I don’t need you to care about me.’
‘I just want to care about my girlfriend’ Ellen bit her lip. Not knowing how to define their relationship, she decided not to reply to the text message.
Just then, another text message beeped in. It read, ‘I’m watching you.”
Startled, she came out to the balcony with the phone in her hand and saw the man standing next to the RV and staring up in her direction. Despite the distance between them, she could vaguely perceive his steady, intense gaze.
Another text message rang on her phone, and Ellen took a glance at it. It read, ‘Sleep early. See you tomorrow.” She even saw Jared wave to her in the moonlight before blowing her a kiss. After being stunned for a few seconds, she returned to her room with her heart in turmoil.
Even though she was sleepy, she couldn’t fall asleep that night, as her mind was preoccupied with the man in the RV outside. She thought of lots of things, including how Jared had looked on the verge of death at ten years old. She also wondered why she had chanced upon him in the first place.
Had she not gotten to know him, her uncle and aunt would never have told her the truth behind her brother’s heart donation. It was like there was an imperceptible force that led her to meet him and learn about all of this. Could her late brother’s spirit be guiding her through all of this?
In the master bedroom on the second floor, Lambert was holding a glass of red wine in his hand. Despite having a dressing gown draped around his shoulders, he wasn’t sleepy at all.
Instead, he was feeling deeply depressed. Jared’s so protective of Ellen! That’s causing me trouble right when I get a little interested in her. Seems like it’s not gonna be easy to steal her from him, eh?
When the sun rose from the east early the next morning, sparkling dewdrops were still clinging to the RV. Autumn had arrived, bringing a slight chill to the morning air.
The RV door was pushed open, and a figure stepped out from the inside. Jared stretched his limbs for a while; obviously, he hadn’t slept comfortably in the RV last night. He stared at the balcony on the third floor with unblinking eyes, wanting to know if Ellen had gotten out of bed inside.
Stanley, his assistant, came over with a set of breakfast in his hand. “President Presgrave, here’s your breakfast.”
Jared only took the cup of coffee from him. Then, he pulled out a chair and sat down, drinking coffee while keeping an eye on the third floor. The autumn wind tousled his dark hair in the sun, but the windblown hairstyle didn’t diminish the opulent and noble air he had about him in the slightest. His masculine and yet exquisitely handsome features were simply God’s masterpiece.
“It’s windy here, President Presgrave. Would you like to drink your coffee inside?” Stanley asked with concern.
Jared replied, “No, it’s okay.” He was in high spirits; even the pedestrians staring at him and his retinue in astonishment from the road nearby didn’t affect his good mood at all.
As soon as Ellen opened her eyes, she dashed to the balcony to see Jared. Compared to last night, she could see more clearly during the day. Consequently, she saw him sitting there surrounded by a bunch of people; not only that, he even waved to her, shouting, “Ellen!”
She let out a sigh. What on earth is he up to? Coming downstairs with a jacket draped around her shoulders, she stepped out of Lambert’s villa and came toward Jared’s RV.
Jared immediately stood up and dismissed Stanley and the bodyguards around him with a wave of his hand. He looked at Ellen with a pained look in his eyes, as though the lady had wasted away overnight. “Are you ready to talk to me?” he asked tenderly.
Ellen looked up. The sun shone on her pretty face, bringing out a kind of fragile beauty in her. A breeze brushed her dark hair away from her forehead and caressed her fair and pretty face, like a serene painting that made one’s heart flutter.
