Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chapter 827

Finally recognizing Esther's worth, Mobius realized the gravity of his actions. He wouldn't blEsther for not forgiving him.

"Do you think James would treat her right?" Mobius wondered aloud.

Richard thought back to his encounter with James and nodded. "I believe he cares for Esther deeply.”

"You know him?" Mobius asked, feeling a pang of curiosity. Why did everyone seem to know James except him?

"I met him once, and he seemed very protective of Esther.”

There were only a few who dared to oppose Mobius in Enswood. However, this newcomer from abroad didn't seem to show him any deference, likely

due to his strong connections. Mobius resolved to investigate this James further.

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"| feel so lost without Esther. | really love her..." Mobius confessed, his usual confidence faltering in the face of rejection.

"I know, but it's tto move forward," Richard advised gently.

Mobius's heart ached. "Why are you saying the sthings as Pearl? Weren't you two together before this?"

Richard's grip tightened on the steering wheel at Mobius's words.

"l understand your pain now. You must have been devastated after breaking up with Pearl too," Mobius observed.

Richard's gaze turned icy. "It's not the same."

"Why not? We both lost the women we loved and didn't get forgiveness. Pearl treats you like a stranger... But now you're moving on. | heard you're

marrying Winona next month?"

Richard had enough and pulled over, his glare piercing. "If you say one more word, I'm going to kick you out."

Mobius felt helpless. "I've been dumped, and you're treatingthis way?"

Richard looked away, his jaw clenched. He didn't want to admit that he knew this man.

The next morning, Esther woke up to find a man beside her.

He lay on his side, propped up on his hand. Had she not been fully clothed, she might have assumed something untoward had happened between

them.

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"Why are you in my bed?" Esther hid under the blanket.

"This is actually my bed," James replied casually.

Esther felt the blanket in her hand and noticed it was softer than the one she had. "But why am | here? Did you do something to me? Why did you

bringhere?"

"Why do you have so many questions?" James teased, his tone playful.

Blushing furiously, Esther retreated further under the covers. "Just tellwhy I'm here," she pleaded, poking her head out cautiously.

"I honestly don't know. You insisted on coming here and wouldn't let go of me," James explained with a resigned sigh.

"You're lying. Why would | do that?" Esther countered skeptically. "I know myself. When I'm drunk, | just pass out. Why would | ask to chere?"