NovelEnglishChapter 281 However, this time, it really did seem like Cynthia Lynwood had only cto warn her.
Serena drove around for a long while, but nothing happened.
Still, she couldn't shake the unease.
Better safe than sorry.
She gave her car a thorough check, making sure everything was in order before finally pulling out onto the road.
Hotel.
When Frederick Foster stepped into the suite, he almost wondered if he'd gotten the wrong room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe place was pitch-black-there wasn't a single light on.
Only the faint glow from the hallway let him barely make out Aaron sitting in the living room.
He flicked on the lights.
Suddenly, the room was awash in brightness.
But the figure on the couch didn't move an inch. He just sat there, utterly still, as if he'd turned to stone. Frederick walked over and immediately caught the heavy scent of alcohol clinging to Aaron.
He frowned. "What's going on with you?" Aaron sat slumped forward, apparently oblivious to Frederick's arrival.
Left with no choice, Frederick reached out and tapped Aaron's shoulder.
But the moment his hand made contact, Aaron jerked away as if burned, shaking him off with a snap.
"Don't touch me!" His voice was cold and sharp as a blade.
Frederick's frown deepened. Now that he was closer, he could see Aaron's eyes -bloodshot, icy, and full of anguish.
"What is wrong with you?" Frederick pulled out his phone. "I'm calling a doctor." "No." "Con, you're obviously not okay. Just let me—" "I said no!" Aaron suddenly raised his head. Though his eyes were dull with exhaustion, there was still a dangerous glint in them that made Frederick pause.
Frederick reluctantly lowered his phone, muttering, "Fine, have it your way. No need to bite my head off." Aaron dropped his gaze again and drained another glass of red wine from the bottle at his feet.
Frederick had lost count of how many times he'd seen Aaron drink himself into oblivion.
It seemed to have started ever since Serena left Alderburg and returned to Northspire.
"Is this about Serena again? Weren't you the one who said that when the songbird finally flies away, she'll find out the world isn't as perfect as it seems and then she'll cback to you? What's wrong-has your songbird decided not to chafter all?" Only Frederick would dare to needle Aaron like this.
But before he could finish, Aaron slammed the bottle down on the coffee table with a bang.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFrederick's heart just about leapt out of his chest.
He'd known Aaron for years. Despite what others said about Aaron's temper Frederick understood him: as long as you didn't hit a nerve, Aaron rarely lost his cool for no reason.
Unless, of course, you struck right at his heart.
So this was...
Frederick wiped the teasing look from his face and rare for him-adopted a more serious tone. "I'm here tonight because of Evelyn." At the mention of that name, a flicker of life returned to Aaron's eyes.
"Take a look at this." Frederick didn't waste words. He handed Aaron a thick stack of photos. Ever since you toldEvelyn only ever shows up when Cynthia Lynwood is around, I've had someone keeping tabs on Cynthia. Until recently, nothing turned up. But just yesterday—"
Frederick's voice rose as he dug into his bag and pulled out another photo. "Give that last picture you have." Aaron frowned but handed over the photo he'd been holding.
Frederick took it and lined it up next to the new one. "Look—" Aaron leaned forward, eyes fixed on the table.
The photos weren't glossy prints from a camera-they were grainy stills, pulled straight from security footage.
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