Chapter 1612: Chapter 1612: Ten Fingers Interlocked, Entwined Without Separation
"From today on, you are not allowed to take even one step closer to her," Charles Mcintosh ordered.
"Mr. Mcintosh... have you found her? Can you tell me where she is? What happened?" Little 11 guessed that Charles Mcintosh had found Lilac Serval.
Compared to Charles Mcintosh, he was indeed quite incompetent.
When he discovered Lilac Serval was missing, the first thing he did was call this man with her phone.
There was no comparison between him and Charles Mcintosh.
If not for Charles Mcintosh stepping back proactively, he might not even have had a chance to get near Lilac Serval.
Thinking of this, Little 11 felt a bit dejected, lowering his head, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.
"She’s with me,"
"Oh, I see." Little 11 nodded, not pestering any further, "Please, Mr. Mcintosh, take good care of her. I don’t want to see her upset."
Little 11 didn’t know how Lilac Serval ended up at Charles Mcintosh’s place. She was drunk, so it must have been... Charles Mcintosh who came to the apartment to find her.
Little 11 felt increasingly sad inside.
In front of Charles Mcintosh, he didn’t even measure up to an ant. Charles Mcintosh could crush him without any effort.
"Of course, I will take good care of her, listen carefully, don’t appear in front of her again!" Charles Mcintosh’s tone was harsh.
"I understand..."
Hanging up the phone, the cigarette in Charles Mcintosh’s hand was still not finished.
Amidst the swirling smoke, his face was exceedingly gloomy.
After reprimanding Little 11, he somewhat vented his anger, but what irritated him more was the fact that she was going back to Lonton, and he had no idea.
Not just him, Mr. Cheney didn’t know either.
What did she take them for? Heading back to Lonton, not even saying a word.
But at this moment, no matter how much anger he had, there was nowhere to vent it. Just thinking of her lying drenched in the rain, his eyes filled with a bloody red hue.
She really never cared about her own life.
Out in the pouring rain, middle of the night, drunk and still daring to go out, only someone reckless would dare do that.
Reeking of alcohol and cigarette smoke, this version of Lilac Serval felt unfamiliar to Charles Mcintosh.
Charles Mcintosh took a drag on his cigarette, his fingers rubbing his brow.
Perhaps it was his fault she became like this.
Charles Mcintosh stubbed out the cigarette and strode towards the hospital room.
Lilac Serval had already quieted down, no longer talking in her sleep, and the unnatural redness on her face was fading away.
In her sleep, Lilac Serval was serene, her fair face as beautiful and elegant as ever.
Over the years, she had matured so much, but in Charles Mcintosh’s heart, she still remained in her initial form, simple, pure, and unblemished.
He reached out to gently tuck her hair behind her ear, sitting by the bed keeping watch.
The rain outside continued to pour, while Charles Mcintosh by the bed was like a statue, motionless, just keeping watch.
He held her hand tightly, their fingers intertwined, entangled and inseparable.
"If you want to go to Picking Stars Tower, I can accompany you," Charles Mcintosh looked at her and spoke.
The tower stands a hundred feet high, with hands that could pluck the stars in reach.
The night was deep, the rain threads seductive.
This endless rain, relentless and unceasing.
Charles Mcintosh held onto her hand, grasping tightly, unwilling to loosen, his eyes showing signs of fatigue and exhaustion.
All around was extremely quiet, he seemed to hear Lilac Serval’s gentle breathing.
The scene of her lying in the rain always replayed in his mind, that image, refusing to be erased.
His heart felt like a hand was clutching it, squeezing so tightly he could scarcely breathe.
His gaze never left her face, locked onto her, with his constricted pupils reflecting only her silhouette.
The spring was cold and harsh, the world utterly silent.