After their marriage, they maintained a respectful distance. Following the storm of divorce, it seemed that their relationship had greatly improved. Their intimate and affectionate gestures resembled those of newlyweds. After a moment of contemplation, Arabella spoke, "I'll be working there, and it will take at least ten days to two weeks to complete. You're usually busy with work, so don't waste time on this."Reginald briefly considered and replied, "Then I'll assign a few more bodyguards to protect you. Four should be enough, right?"Arabella was taken aback by this suggestion – it seemed too extravagant. Going to restore some paintings while being followed by four well-dressed bodyguards. Just imagining that scene gave her a headache."One is enough; I'm going for archaeology, not warfare. Others aren't bringing bodyguards, and if I have them, it'll be too ostentatious and not aesthetically pleasing.""At least two, taking turns to protect you," Reginald's tone allowed no dissent.
Emily sighed as she looked at the mural, "Our Arabella's mind is sharper than a camera. She remembers every detail of something she has seen once, and can even perfectly recreate it. We should have brought her here."Upon hearing her words, Professor Graham's eyes flashed with admiration. "Heroes abound, your generation is truly talented!"Emily said, "Of course, Arabella is a once-in-a-century genius."Arabella lightly tapped her, indicating she should lower her voice.Emily quickly closed her mouth.Arabella modestly told Professor Graham, "Oh no, we still have a lot to learn from experienced professors like you."Professor Graham laughed heartily, "I heard you are the granddaughter of Percy Sisalvos?""Yes," Arabella replied."I have admired his work for a long time. In fact, I collaborated with him on several projects in the past. It's a pity the old professor passed away."Thinking of her late grandparents, Arabella felt a wave of sadness.She paused for a moment and then continu
Arabella quickly grabbed a jacket to cover herself and then jumped off the bed to turn on the lights. The bright light illuminated everyone in the room, exposing them.Still panting, Arabella looked at the rude, rough man who had just attacked her. His weathered, dark skin, robust build, and ugly features suggested he was a local. The man with the gun pointing at her head had dark skin, a crew cut, handsome facial features, and a cold expression. He wore a sleek black leather jacket on his tall and straight figure.It was Robert.Arabella hastily put on her jacket, smoothed back her disheveled hair to regain composure. Feeling dignified, she asked, "Robert, what are you doing here?""I'm meeting a client in the area," he replied.Arabella was puzzled. "You came here to meet a client?""Yes, I'm here to collect some antiques," Robert said gently to her, then he moved the gun to the man's temple and sternly asked, "What's your name?"The man's raised hands trembled slightly, his rough l
"Speak up! Who sent you?" Robert demanded sternly, his hand tightly gripping William's throat.William glared back at him, his face stained with blood, eyebrows furrowed in pain.Through gritted teeth, he insisted, "No one... no one sent me, I swear. If there was someone, I would have... I would have said by now."Seeing that relentless questioning yielded no results, Robert instructed the officer, "Check his call records and contacts, find out who he has been meeting recently.""Yes, of course," the police officer quickly agreed. "We will initiate an investigation immediately."Then he hesitated, wondering why he was following this guy's orders.Even if he was a special forces operative, that was abroad.He had no jurisdiction here. But he dared not voice his objections aloud.The police immediately recognized that this group of people was far from ordinary. They were individuals of significant influence in the big city—beyond the scope that regular police could handle.Robert glance
After a passionate bout of lovemaking, Arabella lay on the crumpled sheets, her skin flushed and damp, chestnut ringlets clinging to her elegant neck. Each breath made her soft bosom rise and fall rapidly, and Reginald's ardour was evident from the bruised rosy hue of her swollen lips.As she regained her composure, a blissful languor suffused her limbs. The intoxicating scent of their shared desire lingered on the disheveled bedding, evoking the pleasures just experienced. Arabella lazily caressed Reginald's smoldering affection, a smile playing on her kiss-reddened mouth as she stretched felinely on the tumbled, downy bed.She relaxed against the pillows, reliving every delightful detail of their amorous encounter, excited at the prospect of soon relishing such impassioned scenes again.Instead of washing up as usual, Reginald embraced her from behind, holding her tightly, fiercely, as if seeking to meld her into himself.Arabella felt she might dissolve in his embrace. Her heart br
Arabella's mind was in turmoil, not knowing how to handle this. She slowly turned to face Reginald. He seldom smiled, but when he did, he was truly handsome, with a clear sparkle in his dark eyes. She figured he must be very happy to soon be with the one he loved. Arabella forced a cheerful smile, the kind that comes after heartbreak. "I wish you happiness too," she said, then turned and got into the car. As soon as the door closed, the tears flowed uncontrollably, and the pain made her curl up. The driver put the suitcase in the trunk, sat down, and the car sped away swiftly. Watching the car disappear into the distance, the smile on Reginald's face froze, and the light in his eyes dimmed. Back at the Silsbury residence. Arabella dragged her suitcase through the front door. Seeing Arabella's swollen eyes and luggage, Margaret Silsbury was shocked. "Dear, what happened?" Arabella lowered her head to change shoes, feigning composure. "Mum, I've come back to stay." "You're
Alrabella went out.She got in the car and buckled her seatbelt.A few days later, she saw Reginard. He looked a little thinner, his originally chiseled features even more chiseled. His eyebrows and eyes were so handsome that one could not look away.Alrabella realized she still loved him very much, unable to forget him."This is a gift for your new job," Reginard handed her an exquisitely crafted deep blue velvet jewelry box.Alrabella took it and opened the box.Inside was a luxurious silver crucifix pendant, hanging on a necklace. The crucifix was a marked Victorian antique piece of pure silver.The four arms and center were all decorated with delicate detailing, tiny intricate scrolls that would take hours of skilled silversmithing to accomplish. The silver had a lovely verdigris that only time could bestow.Set into the center of the crucifix was a ruby, sparkling with deep red light even in dim lighting. The gem was cut into a perfect round brilliant to maximize its fire and lig
When he came back, his handsome face was extremely gloomy. In a cold voice he asked, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"Alrabella was shocked. "Did what?""Chloe tried to commit suicide. What did you say to her?"Alrabella's heart was roaring. A few seconds later, she regained her voice. "I didn't know she was Chloe. She said she was your sister, so I thought she was your cousin. I just said you were showering."Reginard stared at her coldly and silently, then pulled open the wardrobe door. He took out clothes and started getting dressed.Fully dressed, he strode out.Hearing the commotion, Lord Reginard came out and asked, "Where are you two going so late?"Reginard said in a low voice, "I have something to deal with.""What might that be?""Chloe's hospitalized, I'm going to see how she is."Lord Reginard called towards the guest room, "Alrabella, go with him!"The old lord's word was law.Alrabella could not defy him. "Yes, Grandfather." She quickly got dressed and left