Chapter 9
Alyssa, holding her temporary identification, took a car to the airport. She left everything behind the moment the plane took off
When she landed in Fontain, she had a new identity–she was now the owner of a seaside guest house in Fontain
Meanwhile, in Jeanshire, Stelan was on the verge of losing his mind.
A few hours earlier, Juberte still clung to Stelan after he dropped her off at her home;
“Stefan, you’ve already come all the way here. Won’t you come upstairs and have a look?”
As she spoke, she traced teasing circles in the palm of his hand.
Stetan hesitated, an inexplicable sense of unease rising in his chest. “Not this time. You should head upstairs. I need to get back to Lyssa.”
He brushed off Juliette’s hand, remembering the promise he had made to Alyssa earlier. It had been a long time since he had spent proper time with her, otherwise, she would be upset. ”
A faint trace of happiness lingered on the comers of Stefan’s lips at the thought of this.
Juliette, however, once again wrapped her arms around his waist, refusing to let go. “Stefan, don’t you want to see me in that outfit? You’ve already brought me home. If you don’t see it this time, I won’t wear it again!”
Her hands began to wander under his shirt.
Stefan’s expression darkened, and he replied sternly, “No, I promised Lyssa.”
Yet, under Juliette’s persistent advances, he eventually gave in.
A few hours later, he straightened his clothes, ensuring there wasn’t a single crease out of place, and drove back home.
“Lyssa, I’m back. I’m sorry about” the long delay.
However, Stefan sensed something was off before he could finish his sentence.
The villa was empty. There was no sign of Alyssa anywhere.
The containers of rice pudding in the trash can were untouched.
His heart jolted violently, and his eyes instinctively scanned the living room. It was as if he was expecting Alyssa to appear before him any second. “Lyssa…”
Stefan called her name over and over, but he only grew more panicked.
An impossible thought began to take shape.
Did Alyssa leave him?
He refused to believe it!
“Lyssa, are you joking with me? Come on out. Let’s o
‘s open the gift from two weeks ago together. Didn’t we agree on that?
“What happened this morning was my fault. I got caught up in work. I’m sorry, okay?”
Stefan spoke, he didn’t stop walking. His gaze swept around the room, desperately trying to find Alyssa, who might just be hiding somewhere.
It was only then that he realized something–many of their things seemed to be missing from the villa.
Where were their photos? Where had they gone?
Stelan was on the verge of losing it.
All the photos were gone. Even their wedding portrait was missing
Instinctively, he walked to the backyard of the villa. Where the cherry tree had once stood, there was now a barren patch of land. It was almost Impossible to tell that a tree had ever grown there.
The maids were planting flowers and grass on the bare ground, filling the empty spot.
“Who told you to plant things here? Where’s the cherry tree that was here before?”
Stefan’s voice was harsh, carrying a barely perceptible tension.
The maids logled at each other in confusion before answering, “Mr. Splenstone, Mrs. Splenstone said to cut down the cherry tree and burn it three days. ago. You’ve always pampered Mrs. Splenstone, so we followed her instructions…”
The maids exchanged uneasy glances, visibly nervous.
“What? You burned in?” Stefan staggered back in disbelief as it struck by lightning, his legs barely able to hold him up.
