FreeNovelChapter 282 After Helen had settled Kate and Tracey, she finally returned to my hotel room and looked at me.
This hotel was arranged after Max arrived. The layout of the entire floor had a somewhat European flair to it, which Helen mentioned was because Max had specifically bought and remodeled it.
He must have visited this place countless times.
I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at this country. A river divided it into two parts: the bustling cityscape with its skyscrapers on the right, and the twinkling lights of the shantytowns on the left.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI tried calling Max several times, but none of my calls went through.
Helen urgedto trust Max, but I had seen Princess Harriet fling herself into Max's arms, as if they were long- tacquaintances.
And what about Lily? Was she alive or dead? I had no answers, and I felt powerless.
"Helen, I want to sleep now," I gestured, indicating my desire for rest. Perhaps everything today was just too overwhelming forto articulate.
Helen, seeing my state, simply said, "Please trust Mr. Hilton. Also, don't go out tonight. Although Mr. Hilton bought these rooms, the hotel manages the rest of the floor. So, apart from our rooms, others might be occupied by different guests." I nodded, though I wasn't sure if I truly trusted Max.
The more Helen insisted, the more curious I becabout the secrets these rooms might hold and what lay behind those closed doors.
"I've arranged for a doctor to see you tomorrow to figure out why you lost your voice," Helen murmured as she left. Only I understood that my silence was likely due to shock, and recovery depended on when I could mentally overcit.
After Helen departed, I ventured out of my room, exploring the hallway. Each door bore a plaque with names of herbs. Lavender, Turmeric, Chamomile, Peppermint, and \.ne largest room was Echinacea sw.
As I turned to head back to my room, the door to Echinacea suddenly swung open, and I was pulled inside.
I was too startled to scream, but the earthy cologne scent on the person who grabbedwas distinctly different from Max's usual sandalwood fragrance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn the dim room, all I could hear was our breathing. The man held me, shivering violently, his cold body nearly suffocating me.
I couldn't understand a word he was saying.
The night breeze lifted the curtains, and as the moonlight streamed in, I glanced up and saw his face-pale, thin, yet his features were strikingly similar to Max's.
If I hadn't known Max's habit of lighting incense, always leaving a trail of sandalwood Scent, I might have mistaken this man for Max. But he wasn't Max.
Who was he? Why did he look so much like Max?
As he lay cold and unconscious, curiosity about his identity and his connection to Max compelledto stayd was certain the person Harriet embraced earlier was Max Scanning the room, I noticed a bottle of pills on the bedside table. Just as I picked it up to examine, the man weakly reached out and murmured, "Medicine."
Looking at his face, so much like Max's, my heart softened. I handed him the bottle. He fumbled spilling pills across the bed, before swallowing a few dry. Then he pulledclose again, his body stilb trembling with cold. Lily's words from earlier echoed in my mind-about the Serythia twins.
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