The Kiss that Sparked it All

Chapter 1642

Chapter 1642

Marcus’ lips curled into a subtle grin. “Even though I don’t remember, human instinct never lies. I still feel a pull

towards her.”

Lea appeared bemused. “Marcus, you’ve got great taste. Even if you can’t remember the lovely lady, you managed

to resist Sophia’s charms for all these years. I admire you for that.”

Marcus smirked. “Thanks for the compliment. I’ll need you to keep quiet about what just happened when your

parents and Sophia return.”

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Lea nodded. “No worries. I’m on your side now.”

Thaddeus and his wife, Bertha, found the private dining room their daughter mentioned on the second floor.

However, all they found was a waiter cleaning up leftovers.

The waiter informed them that the guests had finished their meal and left.

Thaddeus and Bertha couldn’t help but feel disappointed. They had hoped their daughter was right, even if she had

mistaken someone else for their long-lost savior. They wanted to at least see who she had mistaken her for.

In the end, they saw nothing.

Sophia, who came up after them, sighed in disappointment. “Dad, Bertha, everyone left. Did Lea make us come up

here for nothing? Was this some sort of prank?”

Bertha immediately shook her head. “No, Lea wouldn’t lie on purpose.”

Sophia frowned. “Bertha, you need to stop spoiling Lea. This will only encourage her to lie more and cause bigger

problems.”

Bertha wanted to retort, but as a stepmother, anything she said could be misconstrued by Sophia. So she decided

to let it go.

Thaddeus sighed. “Let’s go downstairs. There’s nothing to see here.”

Sophia shrugged. “We came all this way for nothing.”

Thaddeus, who had previously been supporting Bertha, was now walking alone. His mood had visibly changed.

Sophia snuck a smug glance at Bertha before following her father downstairs.

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Bertha stood alone, looking at the empty dining room. She trusted her daughter and believed that the good

Samaritan might have been here. Perhaps she left quickly to avoid recognition or being found.

Sighing, she was about to head downstairs when her phone rang.

It was her college friend from M State.

Bertha answered the phone on her way downstairs. “Marlinie, what’s up? It’s late in M State. Aren’t you sleeping?”

A gentle, calm voice with a hint of coldness came through the phone. “I can’t sleep. I needed someone to talk to.”

Bertha could tell that her friend was upset and stopped walking. “What happened?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “My son… I think he found me.”

Bertha was surprised. “Really? How did he find you?”

Through one of my students. He recognized me from some notes and had my student arrange a meeting.”