Facade of Love

Chapter 428 Each Have Their Own Secrets

Seeing no signs of desolation on his face, I did not go out of my way to comfort him. I simply said, "When we return to the country, I'll find the best doctor to treat you. You'll definitely recover."

He glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. "Return to our country?" He sighed, his smile turning bitter. "Do you really think I can go back, considering my current condition? That's wishful thinking."

Seeing him so disheartened, I could not help but say, "Why is it wishful thinking? Why can't you go back? I..." Then, I lowered my voice and looked at him, saying, "As long as the police find this place and apprehend everyone involved, we can go back."

After hearing me out, he looked at me, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Young lady, I have never asked you before, but how did you end up here?"

At this point, I had nothing to hide from him, and I explained everything in detail.

After hearing my story, he narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing me. "So, you were brought here against your will? You even nearly cost Lucas his life?"

I nodded. I had been here for so long that I was almost starting to forget who I was. I took a deep breath and looked at Chandler, saying with a wry smile, "It was not exactly against my will. To be precise, I came here voluntarily."

He was somewhat surprised. "Voluntarily?"

I nodded, recalling the past, feeling a bit bitter.

Seeing my expression, Chandler narrowed his eyes and said, "From the looks of it, it's not really voluntary. It seems more like you sacrificed yourself for someone else. Could it be that you're here to save your loved one, so you have no choice but to come?

Seeing his inquisitive look, I felt a bit awkward for a moment. I smiled dryly and said, "Regardless of how it happened, that's more or less everything. By the way, I haven't asked you yet. I heard that you've been undercover here for many years, looking for evidence against Kenneth. Have you found it? And why didn't he kill you? Did you happen to discover something about him that he doesn't want anyone to know?"

I bombarded him with a series of questions, and he pursed his lips, leaning against the iron gate and looking at me. "Young lady, is this your real reason for getting close to me?"

His words left me momentarily speechless, and I sighed, saying, "Call it what you will, but even if you don't want to tell me, I'll still help you. In fact, I've already found a way to contact the police in our home country. If everything goes as planned, it won't be long before they find this place. When that happens, you can go back as well."

He furrowed his brow and looked at me in surprise. "You've managed to contact the police in our home country?"

I nodded. Seeing his surprise, I reassured him, saying, "You don't need to doubt it. I have my ways."

He squinted his cloudy eyes, almost lost in thought, and asked, "What on earth is he planning?" It was clear that he was not addressing me with this question.

I was puzzled and looked at him, asking, "He? Who are you talking about?"

He did not answer but instead, slowly sat back down on the ground and looked at me, saying, "Young lady, I ought to remind you to be extremely careful in all matters no matter what. Don't be careless."

I nodded, understanding his good intentions, and replied, "I will."

Realizing that he had not told me anything yet, I could not help but ask, "By the way, are you really not going to tell me what you've learned about Kenneth over the years?"

He looked at me. His expression was exceptionally mysterious as he said, "I told you, it won't benefit you in any way. If you can truly bring me back to our country, I will explain everything to you in the future. If not, it might be best to not know some things."

How mysterious?

With that, I decided not to ask further questions.

After chatting with him for a while, I returned to my own courtyard. I did not know if it was because of his words, but I could not help but feel that something was off, though I could not pinpoint exactly what it was.

Unable to figure it out, I decided not to dwell on it.

Back in the courtyard, I spotted Inch and several burly men standing respectfully outside the house. As I approached while furrowing my brow inquiringly, I asked, "Why aren't you coming in? Do you need something from me?" Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Inch saw me and smiled but did not say anything. Instead, he gestured toward the house.

I was not dumb and immediately guessed that Lucas had arrived.

I did not want to see him, but this place was his territory. I knew I could not avoid him, so I simply walked in.

Inside the house, the tall man leaned casually on a chair, his body exuding an effortless and leisurely charm. He wore casual and comfortable clothing, adding a hint of relaxation to his

seductive aura. Upon hearing my movements, he opened his black eyes from feigned sleep and looked toward me.

He smirked upon seeing me, seeming to be in a good mood. "I thought you didn't like it here and would stay in this house forever, never leaving."

Not wanting to engage in small talk with him, I walked over to a nearby chair and sat down. I looked at him in silence, waiting for him to explain his purpose for coming.

Seeing me like this, he was not in a hurry to explain himself either. He casually asked, "Are you used to living here?"

I furrowed my brow, starting to feel annoyed, and replied, "Are you here to chat about daily life with me?"