"The Wests sent some folks to Evercrestia again a few days back. I'm a bit worried about it." Jerome said, his legs crossed.

Lizetta's eyebrows furrowed in surprise. She hadn't expected that two months on, not only had the Wests not given up on searching for her, but they had also increased their efforts. What were they planning? Were they relentless?

A chill ran through Lizetta, her hands on her lap trembling slightly without her noticing. She was both afraid and angry.

The warmth from Jerome's hand enveloped hers as he set down his coffee mug and leaned in to give her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Looking up, Lizetta met his comforting, smiling gaze. "Don't worry. I've set up a few obstacles and distractions in Evercrestia to lead them off your trail. They won't find their way here."

Lizetta's heart gradually calmed, and she nodded.

But at that moment, she realized they were sitting a little too close.

The snow continued to fall outside, casting a serene, dim glow in the living room. The quiet of the night was inherently romantic, perhaps too conducive to unintended intimacies. Feeling suddenly uncomfortable, Lizetta instinctively pulled back slightly, her fingers curling up. But before she could withdraw her hand completely, Jerome let go.

"Oh, I brought something for

that, he turned

nearly been

he left, a gust of cold wind swept in. Lizetta let out a sigh and a small laugh. She felt like she had been away from men for too long and had started

the suitcase and strode toward the

saw only

nothing out of

his pace, soon disappearing into

it's really Jerome! Madam must be here. I' call our guys over," Ray's voice

the house. Clenching his leather-gloved hands to resist the urge to barge in, he was close to finding the one

her, or worse, drive her

yard, "Not now. Find a place where we can

turned back in surprised, "We finally found Madam, aren't

had led Ralap and his men on a

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