69novels Chapter 253 So, I was betrayed?
Chapter 253 So, I was betrayed?
Chapter 253 So, I was betrayed?
In an elegantly decorated upscale restaurant, Lorne and Fors were enjoying their dinner.
"A medium-rare steak and a bottle of South Wales white wine," Lorne ordered, taking the menu from the waiter.
"I'd like a bowl of spaghetti bolognese and a serving of Intis stew—"
Whether it was because she was upset at the exhibition or for some other reason, Fors was not as reserved as Lorne had imagined.
For the exhibition, Lorne was dressed quite well today, in a well-tailored tuxedo paired with a matching hat.
Fors was dressed in a tasteful, literary-style outfit, and the handsome man and beautiful woman quickly received a warm and attentive welcome from the waiter.
"For dessert, I'd like another fruit ice cream."
and many more!
Just as the waiter was about to turn and leave, Lorne suddenly called out to him.
"Sorry, please replace the ice cream with crème brûlée."
Although he really wanted to eat ice cream, for some reason, the word "ice cream" seemed to have taken on a strange symbolic meaning lately. After much thought, he decided to change it.
Moreover, he had just eaten ice cream in front of Hugh a couple of days ago. It's best to pay attention to these kinds of details and not let them become a fixed pattern.
Soon after, the dishes were served one by one. Lorne raised his stemmed glass, filled with clear wine, to Fors. Fors, understanding the gesture, picked up his own glass and lightly clinked it against his.
The crisp "ding" sound was particularly pleasant to the ear amidst the melodious violin music.
"It's a pity there are no candles here, otherwise it would be a real candlelight dinner." Fors took a sip of her drink and looked at the couples at the surrounding tables with some envy.
"Does the brave Ms. Sissi also enjoy such romantic scenes?" Lorne asked with a smile.
He borrowed the name of the heroine from Fors's novel.
"Of course, Ms. Sisi also has a girlish heart that longs for romance." Fors smiled shyly, a blush rising on her face.
She took another sip of wine, and, emboldened by the alcohol, mustered her courage to ask:
"Lorne, is this... a date?"
"—This—" Lorne looked at Fors, whose cheeks were flushed and whose eyes were sparkling, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
"Glug."
He was about to speak when Fors spoke first, in a sly tone:
"No, that doesn't count. How could we let the lady ask that question first?"
"Am I...am I being teased?" Lorne asked, startled, in a bewildered tone.
"Pfft!"
Fors finally couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes, Mr. Lorne, you've been spotted by the brave Sissi."
"I had a great day and gathered a lot of inspiration. I'll definitely send it to you first once I finish my new book," Fors said to Lorne at the restaurant entrance.
"Really? Then I'll be looking forward to it." With a smile on his face, Lorne gentlemanly escorted Fors to a taxi.
As he watched the carriage disappear into the distance, the smile on his face gradually faded, eventually turning into a sigh.
It's really hard to guess what a literary girl is thinking.
I don't know if she was angry or not.
And—that detective named Sherlock, and his despicable boss, they really aren't good people!
In front of Fors, he deliberately asked me why I had changed to a different lady.
"You make me sound like a womanizer," Lorne sighed inwardly.
He knew that the blonde woman the other person was referring to last time was Miss Sharon. He also knew that the other person had deliberately said that in front of Fors.
After the Five of Clubs finished speaking, Lorne clearly sensed that Fors's gaze towards him had changed; it had become strange, even somewhat cold. He had to explain himself quite a bit before he could finally clear things up.
He came out to gather information, but instead of finding anything, he almost got himself into trouble.
"What bad luck—" Lorne couldn't help but mutter.
"Sir, you might have some bad luck lately." These innocent, childlike words suddenly and unexpectedly surfaced in his mind.
It was what that lame little boy named Will said when he did his fortune telling.
Could it be that there's really something wrong with that child?
"It's probably just an illusion—there's no way it could be such a coincidence—"
Lorne shook his head, dismissing these outdated thoughts.
He looked up at the sky, deciding to stroll around the neighborhood first to digest his food, and then head back to Rose Street to give Rachel the "Dark Lurker" poison sac he had just acquired. He had almost finished collecting its potions.
"The sky in Backlund gets dark really quickly. Is it because of the fog?"
Lorne turned into a quiet, deserted alley, intending to take a shortcut.
However, after taking only a few steps, the hairs on his body suddenly stood on end.
My spiritual intuition has been triggered!
There are extraordinary people around, and their target is themselves!
Was it Sherlock? Or the five of clubs? Were they finally going to make a move against him? Lorne's heart tightened, and he unconsciously quickened his pace.
When he emerged from the alley, he was wearing an ancient coin-shaped necklace and clutching a faintly glowing talisman tightly in his hand.
After walking a few steps, a slender woman wearing a veil suddenly appeared in the middle of the street in front of Lorne.
Lorne pretended not to see her, keeping his eyes straight ahead and walking forward on his own.
"Monkey Brando."
A clear, cold female voice came from behind him.
!!!
Lorne's pupils suddenly contracted, but he did not stop walking.
"Monkey Brando."
The voice came again. Without warning, it reappeared directly in front of him, blocking his path.
Lorne stopped in his tracks. He composed himself and asked in a cryptic tone, "Madam, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"
Bernadette didn't speak, but simply raised her hand slightly, and a bounty of ten thousand pounds appeared out of thin air between the two of them.
It drifted down slowly.
this--
Lorne pretended to look at it curiously for a few moments, then shook his head, spread his hands, and said with an innocent expression:
"Um—madam, I think you've mistaken me for someone else. I do look somewhat like this person, but I am not him."
There must be some misunderstanding here.
"No, this is not a misunderstanding." Bernadette shook her head gently, her voice carrying an undeniable certainty.
"Moreover, we've met."
Before she finished speaking, the thin veil on her head seemed to be blown away by an invisible wind, revealing her true appearance.
This is a lady with long chestnut hair, delicate and beautiful features, and a mature and mysterious temperament.
Most importantly, Lorne recognized the face. It was the mysterious, powerful figure who had descended from the sky to abduct him back in Bayam.
"What is your purpose?"
Caught red-handed, Lorne simply stopped pretending and asked in a deep voice.
"I'm here today mainly to deliver a letter to you," Bernadette said slowly, her tone calm.
"Deliver a message?" Lorne was a little confused. He and the other party shouldn't have much of a relationship, right?
Under Lorne's puzzled gaze, a letter appeared out of thin air and floated lightly into his hand.
"This is what Cattleya asked me to give you."
"Cattleya?!"
Lorne was slightly startled, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
"What's wrong? Aren't you going to open it and take a look?" Ernadai looked at him, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.
Lorne shook his head. He didn't look at the letter, but instead raised his head and stared at Bernadette with a cold gaze.
"Could I assume that Cattleya betrayed me?"
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