NOVPUBChapter 985: 465 Candid_2 Chapter 985: 465 Candid_2 It’s not as intense, yet it’s like the spring breeze turning into rain, moistening the heart and spleen.
All four of them looked at her.
Being intensely stared at by a group of people, Aubree Groove calmly carried on with her work.
“I choose honesty.”
Kelly Martinez snapped her fingers, “That’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for.”
Touching her chin, Kelly Martinez’s gaze swept over Anton Cook and Peter Aria.
“Dr.
Aria, do you have any questions?”
The cued Dr.
Aria hesitated for a moment, then looked at Aubree Groove and shook his head with a smile.
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“Buddhists do not speak falsely, no matter what I ask, Aubree Groove certainly won’t lie.”
Kelly Martinez laughed, “Dr.
Aria truly understands.”
Peter Aria lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and then raised his head, gazing intently at Aubree Groove.
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The torrential downpour swept through Little Town with a sense of decay, washing over the earth, taking all filth with the flowing water.
The streets were already deserted.
Matilda Wilson ran home in the pouring rain.
Granny was still at home, she just couldn’t rest easy.
A man in a black raincoat passed by her, brushing past her.
The visibility of the man’s face was blurred in the rain curtain.
Matilda Wilson was stunned for a moment as the man brushed past her.
Matilda Wilson stomped her foot and turned around to chase after him.
“Sir, sir, please wait.”
The sound of rain drowned her voice, causing her to raise her voice involuntarily.
The man stopped and turned to look at her.
Matilda Wilson was momentarily lost.
Those eyes were simply too beautiful.
They were ancient, mysterious, and deep, like a boundless abyss.
Matilda Wilson quickly reacted, “Sir, you must be from out of town.
I’ve never seen you before.
Where are you heading?
It’s too dangerous in this heavy rain.
Come with me first.
My family runs a restaurant and also manages hotel business not far ahead.”
The man’s eyes were deep black and calm.
When stared at, Matilda Wilson felt a chill run down her spine as if all the pores of her body stood erect.
The man nodded.
Matilda Wilson was overjoyed, “Then let’s go back quickly.”
In such heavy rain, the man walked neither hurriedly nor slowly, seeming as casual as a leisurely stroll.
Matilda Wilson started to get anxious, “Sir…”.
Walking with long strides, the man quickly outpaced Matilda Wilson, who watched as his figure receded into the distance, unsure where such a strange character had appeared from.
Walking into the main hall, Matilda Wilson took off her raincoat, shook her wet hair, and called out, “Clydie?”
Clydie ran downstairs with a “thud-thud” sound, “Auntie, how is Uncle?”
Matilda Wilson gulped down a few mouthfuls of tea from the cup on the counter, then while panting she replied, “He won’t die, he will be discharged in a few days.
Thanks to that jerk, if he was even half an inch off, your uncle would have been a vegetable.”
It was fortunate that he wasn’t hurt too badly.
“By the way, where is Master Aubree Groove?”
“Master Aubree Groove has gone to the mountain.” Clydie had a worried look on her face.
“With such heavy rain, I don’t think she’ll be back today, and the few people who went with her are also on the mountain.”
Matilda Wilson slapped her thigh, “That’s bad, there’s no food on the mountain and it’s so cold.
We can’t let Master Aubree Groove starve and freeze.”
Matilda Wilson hurriedly paced around, “I’m going to the mountain to bring them food, we absolutely can’t let Master Aubree Groove starve.”
“Auntie, your legs aren’t very good, it’s too dangerous to go up the mountain in such heavy rain.”
“I can’t care about that now.” Matilda Wilson rushed to the back kitchen.
Only then did Clydie notice the man standing at the door.
He was taller than the average man, wearing a black raincoat, his face hidden under the brim of his hat, appearing mysterious and lonely.
Water dripped from his raincoat onto the floor, quickly making a wet patch underneath his feet.
Just as Clydie was about to ask, a limping man walked in, “I’m looking for Master Aubree Groove.”
Clydie looked at the incoming person, “Uncle Wu?”
The one who came was none other than Master Wu from the silver shop.
Master Wu asked, “Where is Master Aubree Groove?
I came to deliver something.”
“I’m sorry, Master Wu, Master Aubree Groove went up the mountain and probably won’t be back for a while.
What do you want to give her, I can deliver it for you.”
“That won’t work, I must give it to her in person.”
Matilda Wilson came out carrying a cloth sack full of things, her footsteps hurried, “Clydie, stay and watch the store, take care of Granny, I’ll be back this evening.”
Clydie was quite worried, “Auntie…”
Matilda Wilson’s attempt to leave was blocked by someone.
She looked up at the man in front of her, “Sir…?”
The man reached out his hand, “Give it to me.”
His voice was magnetic and low, carrying a faint sense of oppression, as if an invisible hand was strangling her throat.
