1635: Chapter 1627: How Could It Be You 1635: Chapter 1627: How Could It Be You “Book your flight imdiately and don’t waste any more ti.
This is settled; don’t say anything more.”
Luke: “…”
Minister, isn’t this a bit stubborn?
At this mont, Luke deeply felt the power of love.
He should know that their Minister always valued work above all else.
He had never let anything affect his work before.
In his heart, work ca first and then everything else.
Even during his relationship with Aria Rowlett, he never let his personal feelings affect his work.
This was his first ti putting work aside.
So for Luke, this was a surprising and unexpected event.
He never thought Aria would hold such an important place in Brandon Heath’s heart.
Luke knew that once Brandon made up his mind, he wouldn’t be able to persuade him otherwise.
Though he didn’t agree with this decision, he could only comply and book the earliest available flight.
At the sa ti, he started devising contingency plans in case Brandon’s schedule changed for tomorrow, so they could at least handle it.
It wouldn’t be a last-minute scramble.
*
When Aria woke up from unconsciousness, she found herself lying in a strange bed.
The room was also unfamiliar.
Her head was still sowhat groggy, and she lay on the bed in a daze for nearly a minute before slowly regaining her senses.
Her body was still weak, unable to muster much strength.
She struggled to sit up from the bed.
It took another minute before she recalled what had happened before she had passed out.
Her father, Mr.
Rowlett, called her downstairs for dinner.
Mrs.
Rowlett, for the first ti ever, cooked a feast, serving Aria and pouring water for her, even apologizing to her.
Then, Aria drank the water Mrs.
Rowlett poured for her…
Aria’s face turned pale, her heart seemingly slashed by a sharp blade.
She never expected that her own mother would do such a thing to her.
She thought that even if Mr.
and Mrs.
Rowlett were biased, she was still their daughter.
They wouldn’t do anything too excessive.
But now…
Looking at the unfamiliar furnishings in the room and the tightly closed door, Aria gave a sarcastic smile.
Her heart felt as if imrsed in ice water, cold through and through.
She had overestimated her parents,
And her place in their hearts.
With a creak, the door opened.
Aria clenched the bedsheets beneath her, her eyes filled with caution and resentnt as she looked at the door.
After the door opened, a man entered from outside.
The room was dark, so Aria couldn’t see what the man looked like, only vaguely discerning his silhouette.
From the figure, he appeared to be a tall, imposing man.
She bit her lip, eyeing a vase on a bedside table nearby.
Slowly, she reached out one hand to grab it.
“Click.”
The room suddenly lit up.
The man turned on the light.
When Aria saw the man’s face clearly, she widened her eyes in surprise.
“Gage, why is it you?”
Gage Maurice stood still, looking at her from a distance of five or six ters.
His gaze was complex as he looked at Aria.
After a few seconds, he finally spoke, “Aria, don’t you know what happened?”
Aria shook her head.
“Gage, where is this place?” Seeing Gage enter the room, Aria relaxed considerably and was not as fearful.
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