Chapter 1439 - 727: What If My Brother Finds Us?

If she couldn't... she would ask Hazel for help!

Heather made up her mind and slid down the cord.

The Denmark Residence had guards, but she knew all the positions about the guards and surveillance cameras as she grew up in the Denmark Residence.

Soon, she easily climbed over the wall. In the study, the butler looked at Randy nervously, warning him nervously. "Young master... Lady Heather has run out of the Denmark Residence. Are we really... not stopping her?"

Randy's eyes looked deep.

He had been aware of Heather's movements since she climbed through the window.

She thought she had hidden it from everyone, but she did not know that he had been watching her every move.

The butler could not help reminding him again. "Master Randy... if we don't chase her, it'll be too late."

"Forget it." Randy closed his laptop and said, "Let her go. She should learn to take responsibility for what she does from now on."

As Heather's brother, he knew Heather really fell for Alexander at present.

How could Randy possibly stop his little sister from going to the man she liked? It was just that the man was Alexander Christopher.

Randy had a grudge against Alexander indeed, but his grudge should not stop Heather from pursuing happiness. Later, he would go to settle a score with Alexander.

When Heather ran out of the Denmark Residence, she was immediately distressed. Was Alexander still in the villa? But she came out in such a hurry that she brought nothing with her. How should she contact him?

Suddenly, she saw a car parked near the roadside.

"Hello!" shouted Heather as she ran over.

But as she got closer and closer, she was more and more surprised. Why did the car look so familiar?

Wait a minute! Wasn't this Alexander's car?

The people in the car saw her and drove towards her.

Soon, it stopped in front of her. Alexander opened the door and got out.

Heather looked at him in disbelief.

"Alex...what are you doing here?"

"I miss you very much," he said, looking at her with affectionate eyes. "Staying here can make me closer to you."

She instantly felt a little touched.

The next moment she flew into his arms.

Then she searched for his lips and kissed it instinctively.

She did not want to say anything now except to show him that she missed him too.

When she finally came to her senses, she found that she had pushed Alexander into the car and ripped off his shirt, leaving strawberries on his chest.

Oh my god... it was her who had done that? Heather couldn't help but shyly put her face in her hands. How did she get so horny when she met Alexander?

Alexander chuckled. "Why don't you continue?"

She made a threatening gesture.

"Continue what? Do you think I don't really dare do anything to you?"

He lay down obediently in the car. "Go ahead."

"... Get up!" she yelled shyly. "Let's go!"

He sat up straight and asked in amazement, "Where are we going?"

"Whatever. Let's elope!" she said excitedly.

"Heather, are you serious?" he asked.

"You bet!" she said firmly, "Why do you think I ran out late at night? Because I wanted to elope with you!"

He gave the Denmark Residence a look. In the blink of an eye, he understood a lot of things.

How could Randy possibly not know that Heather had escaped? Maybe Randy didn't hate him as much as he had imagined.

Alexander nodded. "Good."

He started the car and took Heather back to the villa.

"Why are we back here?" She shrank her neck uneasily. "What if my brother finds us?"

He comforted her. "The most dangerous place is the safest."

Since Randy had already allowed Heather to leave, there was no reason for him to hide Heather; this was a tacit understanding between them.

"Alright then." Heather nodded and made her way to her villa.

Alexander took her hand and said, somewhat helplessly, "I don't mean that you should walk into a trap."

She looked at him blankly. "Then..."

"You come to my house," he whispered.

Her heart missed a beat. Subconsciously, she took a few steps backward and asked,

"What do you want to do to me? I'm telling you, Alexander Christopher, I like you now, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to do that!"

He teased her with a wicked smile. "Do what?"

"Make... Don't play dumb!" Her cheeks were flushed with anger. He knew clearly what she meant, but he acted dumb!

"Be good," he said in a low voice. "Come on in. You don't need to be worried. It's me who should be worried if you'll take the advantage to do something to me at night..."

She was angrier. "Nonsense!" But come to think of it... the only sex between them happened when she 'raped' Alexander; it wasn't Alexander who did that. Okay. It was Alexander who should be worried indeed.

"Let's go," Alexander said, gently taking her hand and leading her to his villa.

He directly took her to his bedroom. She yawned sleepily.

"Go wash up and sleep," he said as he took out a pair of women's pajamas from his closet and gave them to her.

She took it and nodded sleepily, but the next moment, she was wide awake.

Then she trotted over to his closet and opened it.

In the long closet, there were men's and women's clothes.

"Why do you have so many women's clothes here?" She looked at him suspiciously and asked.

It wasn't that she didn't want to trust Alexander. On the contrary, she couldn't ignore the women's clothes when she found them.

"I bought them for you," he calmly replied. "I took your clothes from here the other day." 

She froze. "Huh?"

She had been really busy these days, so she didn't pay any attention to her daily life.

She moved here a month ago. At that time, she had only three sets of clothes in her wardrobe. She had lived there for more than a month, but there seemed to be more and more clothes in her wardrobe, and there were more than ten sets of clothes now!

Come to think of it, weren't they all from Alexander? It was a pity that she had not thought carefully at the time and had thought that it was her servant who had prepared them for her!

How could she forget that she had no servants here and had only an hourly employee who just came here to do the cleaning?