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“No, the area around her house is heavily guarded, so I couldn’t get close. But Ramon seemed to be delivering something—something that resembles medicine,” the servant added.
Savannah’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. The last time Dottie had ventured out to enjoy herself, Savannah had orchestrated her kidnapping, sending her to Serpentine Palers for torture. Yet, Dottie’s resilience had been remarkable, enabling her to escape.
“Humph… So what if she’s back? Her mother is still exhausting every possible method to heal her, but it’s all proving futile,” Savannah said with disdain. “Since Dottie has returned, I suppose I should pay her a visit.”
With a calculating smile, Savannah adjusted her attire. Though she was convinced that Dottie could never fully recover, she still felt compelled to see it for herself. Savannah made her way to the secluded house where Dottie was staying. As the guards were about to inform the queen and Dottie, Savannah spoke in a stern voice, “Do I need permission to see my own cousin? Don’t startle her; I’ll go in directly.”
The guards hesitated, but Savannah was already striding forward, her entourage following close behind.
Inside the quiet living room, Dottie had just finished sipping her medicine and was absorbed in a book.
Savannah stepped into the room, her gaze immediately drawn to the sight before her. The title of Dottie’s book, written in a foreign language, caused her expression to flicker with a hint of surprise. Could it be that Dottie was truly recovering?
Ramon, who had been attending to Dottie, was momentarily startled by Savannah’s abrupt entrance. He knew that if word of Dottie’s recovery spread, those with malicious intent would surely try to hurt her again.
“What does this mean, Ramon?” Dottie’s voice, tinged with innocent curiosity, echoed as she pointed to a word in the book. Her gaze shifted to Ramon, silently asking for an explanation.
“It means ‘tomorrow,'” he replied gently, his tone calm and reassuring.
“Tomorrow?” Dottie said with a pout, lightly tapping her cheek. Although she appeared to be an adult woman, her innocence and naivety still shone through. “Why does it look so different from what I remember?”
“That’s because it’s written in another language,” Ramon explained softly, before turning to Savannah. “Princess Savannah, what brings you here so unexpectedly? The guards seem to lack manners, failing to announce your arrival.”
Savannah caught the subtle rebuke in Ramon’s words about her unannounced entrance. Putting on a concerned expression, she replied, “I heard Dottie had returned, so I came to see her right away. I’ve missed her so much during her absence!”
Moving closer, Savannah wrapped her arm around Dottie in a warm embrace.
Up close, Dottie’s eyes still held that pure, innocent gleam as she looked up at Savannah and nodded. “I missed you too, Savannah.”
For reasons she couldn’t quite place, those words sent a chill through Savannah’s heart. But as she observed Dottie’s gentle, na?ve expression, she brushed the unease aside. After all, the poison her father had obtained, with much effort, was supposed to be incurable, with no known remedy.
“Really? That makes me so happy. I’m glad you’re well,” Savannah said with a warm smile. “I’m getting engaged soon, and I hope you’ll come to my engagement ceremony.”
“Really? Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Savannah chatted with Dottie for a while. When she noticed nothing unusual about Dottie, she said her goodbyes and left.
After Savannah’s departure, Dottie watched the door close behind her with cold eyes, the warmth vanishing from her expression. She then turned her attention back to the book in front of her, refocusing on her studies.
It was already noon when Isabella woke up the next day. She stretched lazily, feeling an unusual lightness in her limbs and a clarity in her mind. The twenty hours of sleep had rejuvenated her.
She got up, went to the bathroom, and splashed water on her face before heading downstairs. As she descended, she saw Waylon sitting on the sofa, holding a card. He seemed deeply engrossed in whatever was written on it, his brow slightly furrowed.
She approached him and asked, “Waylon, what are you looking at?”
Upon hearing her voice, Waylon instinctively tried to hide the card. However, Isabella, who had already sat beside him, quickly spotted it.
It was an invitation to Savannah and Andrew’s engagement party.
Isabella’s face remained composed, though she felt a slight pang in her heart.
“Why don’t we just abduct Andrew? You’re so capable. Maybe you can help him regain his memory,” Waylon suggested.
“Abduct Andrew?” Isabella replied in a low voice. “We can’t even get a chance to see him now.”
Waylon thought for a moment before nodding. “You’re right. There are guards everywhere here. If only he’d come out to see us…” He sighed regretfully.
Andrew coming out to see them? It did sound like a good idea. But in Andrew’s current state, they were nothing more than strangers to him. He didn’t remember them at all. Why would he come out to meet them?
Isabella’s heart sank at the thought. She desperately wished for an opportunity to help Andrew regain his memory.
“Why don’t we ask the queen for help? Maybe she is willing to assist us,” Waylon suddenly suggested.
Isabella nodded in agreement. She then took out her phone and sent a message to Babette. Fortunately, they had exchanged contact information a few days ago.
Meanwhile, in Savannah’s house, she was elegantly eating lunch. She couldn’t help but admire the man sitting across from her. His chiseled features were accentuated by the soft glow of the midday sun filtering through the large windows. He looked exceptionally handsome, exuding an air of timeless nobility.
Andrew had always carried himself with a natural charisma that set him apart from others.
“My dear, you’ve been very busy with the engagement preparations these days. It must have tired you,” Savannah said softly, gazing at Andrew with tenderness in her eyes.
“It’s for our engagement. How could it tire me?” Andrew replied. Though his expression remained stern, he offered a faint smile.
Savannah’s heart fluttered slightly. She had no romantic feelings for Andrew. Their marriage was purely a matter of power. But she couldn’t deny that his striking features and the air of nobility around him were something she’d never encountered in Aswil.
After lunch, they sat on the sofa in the living room. Savannah’s hand gently caressed Andrew’s waist as she leaned in closer to him.
Although they had been spending a lot of time together recently, they had never kissed.
Savannah, taking the initiative, moved in for a kiss but suddenly stopped. Any man would understand her hint, yet Andrew seemed oblivious to it. He even said, “What’s wrong? There’s nothing on your face.”
A warmth crept into Savannah’s cheeks, and a rare blush immediately spread across her face. Was Andrew truly oblivious, or was he pretending?
Her suspicious nature began to nag at her. What if Andrew hadn’t really lost his memory? What if he was simply playing along with her? After all, how could he resist such a beautiful and passionate woman like herself?
Softly, and with a shy tone, Savannah spoke, “It’s not like that. I just realized you haven’t kissed me these days.”
“Oh, that? Well, I always think it’s better to save those things for after our wedding,” Andrew replied earnestly.
Savannah was momentarily at a loss for words. She couldn’t help but wonder if Andrew had acted the same way when he was with Isabella.
Savannah couldn’t quite believe it. But as she looked into Andrew’s gentle and focused eyes, a sense of disorientation crept over her. Could there truly be such a chaste man in this world? She clenched her fists tightly. She would not allow him to be with anyone else.
She didn’t care whether or not Andrew had been chaste in his past life. Now that they were together, she would do whatever it took to ensure his loyalty.
Still, she wanted to know: Was he refraining from kissing her because he was pretending to have lost his memory?
“But I don’t mind,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “We’re a couple now. A wedding is just a ceremony. We can do what couples do, right? Unless… you don’t love me?”
As she spoke, Savannah looked at Andrew with a hint of hurt in her eyes.
“How can you say that?” Andrew replied quickly, his tone reassuring. “Of course, I love you. Everything I’ve been doing lately is for you.”
“Humph!” Savannah crossed her arms with feigned indignation. “I won’t believe it until you kiss me.”
She leaned in, their breaths mingling, her lips just inches from his. She pretended to act coy, but her eyes were closely observing his every move.
Andrew’s deep-set eyes remained inscrutable, like dark ocean depths hiding secrets. His gaze was calm and impenetrable, showing no hint of emotion at all.
Savannah’s face slowly darkened as she noticed his lack of response. Was he really just pretending to have lost his memory?
Before she could come to any conclusions, Andrew slowly leaned in even closer. The world around her seemed to blur, and as he did, all her suspicions melted away with the warmth in his steady gaze.
She thought she had made all the necessary preparations. How could Andrew not have lost his memory?
Her heart raced as she waited for his kiss. Their lips were almost touching when—
“Your Highness, the queen wishes to see Andrew,” a voice suddenly interrupted, cutting through the moment.
Savannah’s face darkened at once. “Why does she want to see Andrew?”
“The queen mentioned that, since the day after tomorrow is your engagement ceremony, she wanted to ensure Andrew is fully prepared.”
Savannah’s displeasure was evident. However, she knew it was the queen’s responsibility to inquire about such matters. She waved her hand dismissively, and Andrew obediently followed the servant out.
He soon found himself in Babette’s tea room. The room was serene, with minimalist decor that exuded a sense of calm. They sat cross-legged on either side of the table. A soothing, woody aroma filled the air, adding to the peaceful atmosphere.
Babette, composed and authoritative, asked detailed questions about the engagement arrangements, and Andrew responded to each one with precision.
However, as the conversation continued, Andrew began to feel a headache building. He instinctively rubbed his temples. Noticing his discomfort, Babette asked with concern, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Shall I call a doctor?”
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