NOVEL The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith Chapter 1493
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Chapter 1493: Creation of the Universe_4 for 668 Days Chapter 1493: Creation of the Universe_4 for 668 Days Inracetales is situated by the sea on three sides and has a thriving fishing industry, which leads to an extraordinary attention to detail when it comes to eating fish.

Randa picked up a piece of fish with her chopsticks and placed it in front of Aubree Groove, but then suddenly remembered something.

She looked a bit embarrassed and took the fish back, “I forgot you’re a vegetarian.

My apologies.”

Randa, eating her fish awkwardly, cast secretive glances at Aubree Groove sitting across from her.

Aubree Groove responded calmly, “Where do you want to go next?”

“Let’s go to Beauty Bridge.

I heard that wishes made there are more likely to come true.”

After they finished eating the fish, Randa insisted on taking Aubree Groove to Beauty Bridge, saying, “This is the southernmost point of the mainland and according to rumor, the place closest to the divine.

As long as we make our wishes sincerely, the gods will help us fulfill them.”

It was nighttime with only a few stars twinkling in the expansive sky.

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Randa, with Aubree Groove beside her, closed her eyes and put her hands together in prayer.

When she opened her eyes, she asked with a grin, “Can you guess what I wished for?”

“If you tell it, it won’t come true.”

Randa clung onto Aubree Groove’s arm, “Then let it remain a secret in my heart forever, will you walk me home?”

Aubree Groove took off his coat and draped it over her, “Sure.”

Randa, looking at the two shadows on the ground, called, “Aubree Groove.”

Aubree Groove paused in his steps.

“Yes?”

“Are you from Jimenez?”

“Yes, I am.”

“In my lifetime, I really want to visit your country.

If it produces a fine person like you, then it must be a beautiful place.”

“You’ll get a chance someday.”

“Then let’s promise.

When I do, you must take me there.”

“Alright.”

“There’s a saying in Jimenez, isn’t there?

A gentleman’s promise is worth a thousand gold pieces.”

“I will bring you, trust me.”

Randa hung onto his arm, her face breaking into a smile of joy, “I’ll be waiting.”

When they arrived at the Imperial Lodge, Randa suddenly staggered.

She managed to hold onto the carriage door to prevent herself from falling.

Aubree Groove frowned at her flushed face, “Are you feeling unwell?”

“Don’t worry, I’m probably just…

tired.

You should go, or Prince Brooklyn will be mad.”

Aubree Groove got down from the carriage to take Randa’s pulse, then sighed with relief, “It’s just a common cold.

I’ll take you home.”

Having said that, he carried Randa and briskly entered the Imperial Lodge.

Randa, lying on the bed and gazing at the person near her, softly asked, “Do you have a family?”

Aubree Groove looked stunned, as the usually vibrant Princess Randa seemed somewhat vulnerable.

Aubree Groove nodded.

“They must be very lucky to have you.”

Aubree Groove shook his head, “You’re wrong.

Being a part of my family is their misfortune.”

Randa gave Aubree Groove a serious look, then smiled, “Although you’re right in front of me, and I can reach out and touch you.”

As she said she reached out and grabbed Aubree Groove’s hand.

“But what does it matter?

I can never capture your heart.

That feeling is too painful.”

Is this the pain that your family also suffers?

You understand everything, and yet you watch as it happens.

You have the most merciful heart, and yet you’re so cruel.

And yet I can’t bring myself to resent you.

Aubree Groove’s brow suddenly furrowed.

She raised her head to look at Randa on the bed.

Randa calmly gazed back at her.

Suddenly, Aubree Groove collapsed onto the floor.

Randa caught her delicate body and placed her onto the bed. n𝚘vp𝚞𝚋.com

She quietly watched Aubree Groove fall into unconsciousness.

“You are too alert.

I had no choice but to use this method.

I’m sorry, Aubree Groove.

More than anyone else, I wish for your happiness.”

She walked to the corner of the room, picked up a cup of water, and doused the incense in the burner to extinguish it.

The door opened and a man entered, shivering from the cold.

He bent down to pick up Aubree Groove from the bed.

“Don’t touch her.” Like a mother hen protecting her chicks, Randa rushed towards the man and glared at him.

“Keep your filthy hands off her.”

Green Dragon glanced at her with cold eyes, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“You stinking men better not dream about touching a single finger of hers.

If the Holy Master found out, she would cut off your fingers, try it if you don’t believe me.”

Green Dragon snorted coldly, turned and left the room.

Randa wrapped Aubree Groove in her cloak, the slight form lighter than she imagined.

With each step, spontaneous memories of their encounters flooded Randa’s mind.

The final steps to the door seemed to take all the courage Randa had ever had in her life.

The cold wind outside the door came howling in, blurring Randa’s vision.

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Alora Hart had nearly lost her mind to the monotony of captivity.

She couldn’t stand being confined for a moment longer.

Finally, one night, she saw Bellona Capris.

“Ms.

Capris, you’ve come to rescue me, haven’t you?”

Although the conditions were comfortable, the stress of long-term confinement had pushed Alora to the brink of mental breakdown.

Bellona Capris opened the door to her cell and stood majestically in the doorway, looking down at the haggard Alora Hart.

“I pleaded with our leader to let you out.

This time you mustn’t cause any trouble.”

“I know, I promise to keep out of trouble.” Alora Hart immediately held up her hands to seal the promise.

The glimmer in Bellona Capris’ eyes flickered, “Follow me.”

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