NovelEnglishChapter 280 Tomorrow would surely be a trap set by Martin.
| alertly watched them leave before turning back to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor.
Steven was no longer there.
He was behindwhen | turned around.
“You need to be careful nowadays,” | reminded Steven softly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe huggedfrom behind and hummed a reply, “Okay.” Zion said, “I've sent the dog back to you guys already. Don’t go out unless it's necessary, there are cameras everywhere here. Many reporters and influencers are now staying in the opposite high-rise.
“They are doing live streams and recording videos of your villa. Even though there’s a lack of privacy, at least Martin wouldn't openly do anything to you in broad daylight.
He then pointed in the direction of the high-rise and said, “I've also rented a place over there. Just callif something happens.” | was surprised as | said, “Rachel also said that she’s renting a place in the opposite high-rise building.
Don’t tellthat you're both neighbors now?” Zion was stunned before coughing awkwardly and said, “What neighbors-" They were sharing a place.
| hummed in reply before turning to look at Steven.
| said, “If you're free, Officer Landon, we can attend Mr. Lincoln Senior's funeral together tomorrow.” Zion was a police after all. With him around, Martin would have to restrain himself.
it Steven was like a huge puppy. He glared at Stevie, who was trying to ccloser to me, before nodding. ” Okay.” It seemed like he was really at my disposal.
“My wounds still hurt, Stephie. | can’t sleep,” Steven said coquettishly as soon as Zion left.
I was not in the mood to coax him/ | asked, “Are you afraid about tomorrow's funeral?” Surely Martin wouldn't let us off that easily.
“Stephie will protect me,” Steven replied, seemingly trusting in me.
He was puttingon the spot. It madeuneasy.
“Alright, I'll protect you,” | replied with a nod before taking Steven's hand to bring him back to his room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmChapte 290 He smiled atbefore jutting his chin out to signal Stevie to head back into its doghouse. Stevie wagged its tail sadly and reluctantly lay down in its doghouse.
“It’s really docile, as if it could understand the human language,” | muttered softly, “I used to have a pet dog when | was young too. It was similar to Stevie.” “It's Georgie, Steven softly uttered the non my behalf.
| was stunned and looked up at Steven subconsciously before saying, “Yes, | think it’s called Georgie.” “Stevie is the son of Georgie’s son,” he replied softly.
| was shocked and said, “I don’t remember my dog had-" | couldn’t recall where Georgie had gone after that. Did it die of old age? That part of my memory was blank.
Steven lowered his gaze and tightened his grip on my hand. He opened his mouth but said nothing.
“Did I... give Georgie away to you?” | asked.
How would the son of Georgie’s son be with Steven otherwise? He remained silent for the longest tbefore smiling atand said, “Georgie... died of old age.” | was relieved and said, “That's good to hear.” But for sreason, | could feel Steven trembling.
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