Chapter 822 She Came!
Day Eighty-Eight...
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After talking to the two ladies, Jane proceeded to Tatsumi's room. She knocked several times before Tatsumi opened the door.
Tatsumi froze the moment he recognized the person standing outside his room. He rubbed his eyes to clear his vision, thinking he was just imagining things.
"Eh, Am I dreaming? Jane, is that you?" Tatsumi asked in disbelief.
Jane chuckled softly as she nodded.
"Good morning. How's your sleep? Did I disturb you?"
"Of course not!" Tatsumi replied quickly, shaking his head frantically. "My Lady, why are you here? Do you need anything?"
"I just dropped by to check on the three of you." Tatsumi's eyes widened when he realized that he had just woken up and hadn't washed his face yet. Without saying a word, Tatsumi ran back to his room.
"Wait, my lady! Let me freshen up first!" he shouted. His voice came from the bathroom.
"What a silly guy," Jane mumbled as she shook her head helplessly while smiling. "This is one thing I would miss about this guy." n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
It did not take long before Tatsumi returned to face Jane once again. They went to the balcony. "I'm not staying long, Tatsumi. I have to leave soon. I just want to talk to you before I go." Jane started.
Meanwhile, Tatsumi looked at her puzzled by her words. He wondered why Jane wanted to talk to him.
"Talk about what? Hmm. Just tell me, my lady. I will listen." Tatsumi was like an obedient puppy, waiting for Jane's words.
At Sparks Mansion...
Nathan didn't sleep at all. He locked himself in his study room, thinking about how to find and rescue Ethan. Until now, Monica hadn't contacted him to say her demand. He was worried sick about his son.
He had been staring at his laptop and looking at her phone's screen from time to time, hoping to hear good news from his men. But to his dismay, no one contacted him yet. He was losing his patience already. 'How did Monica disappear without a trace after kidnapping my son? Who is helping her this time? Should I confront Vincent about this?' Nathan seemed like he was out of options now.
Nathan's train of thoughts was interrupted by the knocking sound of the door.
"Sir, It's me. Axel." Nathan shifted his gaze toward the door and said, "Come in."
"Sir, you haven't slept yet. You should rest first or else, you might get sick. I'll wake you up once I receive an update from our team on the ground. Everyone is doing their best to find the young master." Axel expressed his concern. Nathan looked so stressed and exhausted. He needed to rest.
But Nathan refused. Even if he would go to his bedroom, he still couldn't sleep just thinking about Ethan.
"I don't need it. You can leave, Axel." Nathan coldly said with finality.
Axel could only sigh in defeat. He couldn't convince Nathan. His Boss was very stubborn and won't listen to him. In the end, Axel left the study room quietly, feeling disappointed.
Nathan leaned against the backrest of his chair, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. His mind was in turmoil, and he felt both emotionally and physically drained, yet his body showed no signs of needing rest.
Soon, he heard the sound of door opening. Without opening his eyes, he frowned thinking Axel came back to convince him again.
"I told you to leave. You don't have to worry about me..." Nathan said to dismiss Axel without letting him say another word. But he didn't bother to look at him.
However, instead of stepping out of the room, Axel strode toward him and stood just behind his chair.
Since Nathan sensed his presence in proximity, he finally opened his eyes only to be surprised when Jane's face greeted his sight. He blinked again, thinking he was just seeing things because of stress and exhaustion. Maybe, his mind imagined Jane because he had been missing her despite the complicated situation they were in. A few seconds later, the reality hit Nathan as he felt Jane's arms wrap around him from behind. The familiar scent of her closeness confirmed it—yes, it was definitely Jane, not Axel.
"Jane..." he softly uttered her name, his voice filled with longing.