Chapter 333

Chapter 333:

He could swear on his father’s grave that Rosa didn’t know his whereabouts. After her last visit to his place before his mission with Aurora, he had moved out to a secluded location.

His jaw tightened as he drew in a sharp breath.

Someone was stalking him.

If it wasn’t Rosa, then who?

The more he tried to push the thoughts out of his mind, the more his heart raced with worry. He was sure he had seen someone, felt someone’s presence. The hateful eyes that had followed him didn’t leave his mind easily. But who was this person?

And how could they vanish in the blink of an eye without a trace?

“This is a bad sign,” he muttered to himself, scanning the bushy area with restless eyes.

“This is bad luck,” he repeated, lost in his thoughts.

Suddenly, a hysterical laugh escaped his lips.

He must have been overthinking things. It was the drinks playing tricks on him. His brief encounter with Silas had paralyzed him with fear, and only whisky could wipe those thoughts away.

“Nice try,” he scoffed, blowing a raspberry as he continued along the path toward the castle.

A few times, he glanced behind him, hoping to catch a glimpse of the spy, but no one appeared, which confirmed his doubts.

It was definitely the alcohol.

Arriving at Rosa’s room, he paused briefly before the door. He slipped his fingers into his back pocket and felt for the paper. Satisfied by the rough edges, he opened the door and slipped inside as quietly as a mouse.

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The large room was empty, though her scent still lingered in the air. Following the scent as it grew stronger, he deduced that she must be in the bathroom.

He straightened up and took a deep breath, trying to calm his restlessness.

Impatiently, he sat on a couch in silence, letting his eyes roam around the room as he waited for Rosa.

His gaze fell on a black cloth, which could easily be mistaken for a hoodie, tossed carelessly behind another couch opposite him.

Overcome by curiosity, he stretched his neck, straining his eyes to get a better look.

He squinted his eyes to get a closer look, his imagination racing.

He could have sworn that the cloak and the hoodie had strange similarities, but he quickly brushed the thought aside. Meanwhile, Rosa hadn’t left her room.

He wouldn’t let the alcohol cloud his judgment.

An eerie silence fell over the room as Ray swung into action. He wasn’t going to just sit around and wait for Rosa. He needed to take his next step.

A dark smile curled on his lips the moment his eyes landed on a bottle of wine and a glass. Judging by the scene, it looked like Rosa had a few glasses before dashing into the bathroom. The glass was overturned, and the wine in the bottle was half-finished.

His face lit up with excitement as his plans began to fall into place. “Maybe this is a good sign after all,” he muttered to himself while stroking his beard.

He was about to dip his finger into the pocket when Rosa’s scream threw him off balance, causing him to jerk as panic flooded his system.

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