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To be fair, he wouldn't have directed her to a hiding place if he had indeed invited Cathy over.
“Why bother asking if you won't believe me, anyway?” Kristopher countered with a cold glance. Then he turned
to Marc and said, “Open the door.”
“Yes, Mr. Cox,” Marc nodded, then slowly made his way to the front door.
Belinda clicked her tongue in frustration and hurried upstairs.
Thankfully, the oil painting in question was easy to find.
She pushed the fra little to the side and found the keypad. Belinda entered the password, her heart skipping
a beat as the digits registered in her mind.
If she wasn’t mistaken, 0628 was the sdate five years ago, when she had saved a blind Kristopher down on
the beach.
The thought made her head spin, and she swayed slightly on her feet.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat familiar, intense feeling surged in Belinda’s chest once again.
The decor of this villa, the password...
Belinda couldn’t help but connect everything to that incident five years ago.
“Kristopher, why did it take you so long to open the door? I've been waiting outside for ages!”
Cathy’s whiny voice suddenly rang out, traveling up to the second floor and pulling Belinda back to her senses.
She took a deep breath to steady herself, then stepped into the secret room and closed the door behind her.
As soon as it clicked shut, the painting slid back into its original place with a dull thud.
In the living room downstairs, Cathy suddenly looked up, her eyebrows raised. “What was that sound? Is
someone else here, Kristopher?”
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Kristopher hadn't even looked at her once. He kept eating his noodles. “You must be hearing things.”
His dismissive response made Cathy doubt her own judgment. She turned to Marc with a frown. “Was 1?”
Marc nodded. “I believe so. Perhaps you're tired from the travel, Miss Miller, and starting to have auditory
hallucinations? | have very sharp hearing, if | may say so myself, and | heard nothing just now.”
To drive hhis point, Marc added, “This sound, Miss Miller... can you describe it for us?”
Cathy made a face. How was she supposed to do that? “I might have misheard. Never mind.”
She set her suspicions aside and plastered a wide smile on her face. She walked to the dining table and sat down
across from Kristopher, on the schair Belinda had vacated. “When did you buy this place, Kristopher? Why
are you hiding away in this god-awful place? If | hadn’t asked Maggie about your whereabouts, | might have
never found you at all!”
Cathy braced her elbows on the table and cupped her face, trying hard to look cute. She looked around the villa
and almost rolled her eyes. “And the interior decor of this place... God. | hate this traditional style the most. It
just looks so... old and boring. How can someone like you like such a drab aesthetic?”
Her words immediately made Kristopher pause. “You hate this style?”
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