âI agree.
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He gave her a gentle ki*s on the cheek.
He then took a strawberry and put it in her open mouth.
She took a bite of it and went on, âBy the way, the word is out that he is alive.
Mekhi is suspicious.
In this stretch, stir up more trouble for the Shaws, so heâll buy our story.
â
âAlright.
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It was Kysonâs third night in the Shawsâ house.
Sleep eluded him.
He peered out of the window from time to time, keeping watch on the top floor.
His focus had been on the people who had been to the top floor.
No one, from servants to guards, Sally, or Ryder, was permitted access.
Meals were delivered by the butler to the occupant on the top floor.
Aching all over, Mekhi hadnât been able to go there.
Upon recovery, he went there once every day.
Only the butler and Mekhi had the key, and there were stringent security measures on the top floor.
Kyson had found no opportunity to get in there.
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The upcoming dinner party might offer a chance.
Kyson thought in silence.
His deep and blue eyes lifted slightly to gaze at the moon outside the window.
He seemed to remember something as he brought out a tiny bag of powder from his pocket.
His fingers caressed the small paper pouch and his eyes held a mysterious expression.
One couldnât tell what was on his mind.
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Noelle finally woke up on the fourth day of being treated.
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She weakly tried to open her eyes.
Strangely, she wasnât hurting herself or frenzied, but seemed detached from reality.
Lucinda, Cyrus, and Aldric anxiously watched her.
Cyrusâ eyes were red and he tried to stifle his excitement.
âNoelle, Iâm your lover, Cyrus.
Can you recognize me?â
Noelle kept her head down, seemingly oblivious to his words.
Approaching gently, Lucinda muttered, âDo you recognize me? We were best friends in the Forden orphanage.
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If not for Noelleâs occasional blinks, Lucinda and Cyrus would have assumed that she had fallen back asleep.