Chapter 1107: Chapter 1047: Protecting This Heartfelt Flutter
Dean Rafael looked lovingly at Adrian Desmond, noticing the man’s handsome appearance and upright posture, akin to a White Poplar, his every move exuding an extraordinary charm.
"Ruby was pretty since she was little, and I used to wonder what kind of man would suit her. Fate destined your bond early on, pulling your red strings together."
Adrian Desmond loved hearing these words; Dean Rafael’s comments struck a chord with him, and he felt an increased warmth towards Dean Rafael.
"She was born for me!"
Sienna Johnson’s smile froze slightly; had there not been so many people, she would have kicked him—this man was far too arrogant; she certainly wasn’t born for him.
"You say the darndest things," Dean Rafael laughed.
A woman with neat short hair, smoking a cigarette, suddenly interjected,
"I always thought you’d end up with Drew Rafael.
I hadn’t expected childhood sweethearts couldn’t withstand the temptations of materialism. Why did you break up with Drew Rafael? Because he’s poor? Can’t afford a car or a house?
Your current husband must be rich. Look at his belt, which costs hundreds of thousands."
The woman painted Sienna Johnson as a villain abandoning her poor boyfriend for money.
Sienna Johnson glanced at the woman speaking. When everyone was at the Orphanage, they were children; she didn’t remember who this woman was after all the changes.
"And you are?"
"Augusta Rafael."
Sienna Johnson was familiar with the name, as Augusta Rafael liked Noah Phillips, and because of this, she disliked Sienna.
"Ah, it’s you..." Sienna looked calmly at the woman in front of her; Augusta Rafael had changed significantly from being a skinny twig to a voluptuous, sexy woman.
"Will Drew Rafael be here today?"
"He should be," Sienna Johnson said uncertainly.
Augusta Rafael’s gaze landed on the plain band on Sienna Johnson’s ring finger, remarking, "Since you’ve broken up, it means there’s still a chance for me.
You are stupid, giving up a real pearl for a broken glass bead because of a broken glass bead."
Augusta Rafael likened Adrian Desmond to a broken glass bead, naturally implying Noah Phillips as the real pearl.
Adrian contemplated Augusta Rafael’s words, "Broken glass bead?"
"He’s now called Noah Phillips."
"Noah Phillips?"
"Yes."
Speak of the devil, Noah Phillips arrived fashionably late under everyone’s anticipation.
Noah Phillips wore formal attire, a neat suit, his hair styled with mousse into a slick back, revealing his smooth forehead; he was urbane, a gentleman like jade.
Sienna Johnson sensed the man beside her instantly bristle, like a male in the jungle when another male intrudes upon his territory.
Sienna Johnson clasped Adrian Desmond’s hand, interlocking fingers, prompting Adrian to restrain his presence.
Noah Phillips glanced at Sienna Johnson then diverted his gaze, as if she was someone unimportant.
He approached Dean Rafael, adjusting the slipping blanket, greeting, "Did the medicine I sent you last time help?"
"Yes, it helped. That was thoughtful of you."
"It’s my duty to." Dean Rafael glanced at Sienna Johnson, then at the man before her, sighing; deep down, she still hoped Sienna would be with Noah Phillips.
"Noah Phillips, this gathering was organized by you, why are you the last to arrive?"
A male seemed close to Noah Phillips, teasing him for being late.
"Traffic jam."
Augusta Rafael’s gaze remained fixed on Noah Phillips; Sienna Johnson casually glanced over, recalling how Augusta gazed intently at Noah Phillips in their childhood.
Noah Phillips seemed to have kept in touch with these people over the years, and others gradually approached, pushing Sienna Johnson aside.
Adrian Desmond chuckled, "Weren’t there lots of boys who liked you? They don’t seem to care much for you."
Sienna Johnson elbowed him, glaring at him; Adrian just laughed, a brilliant smile that maddened her.
"Let’s go, Mrs. Desmond, you’re in the way." Adrian Desmond wrapped his arm around Sienna’s shoulder, leading her away.
Everyone gathered in the main hall; outside was much quieter.
The orphanage hadn’t changed much over the years, retaining its old look, though now aged, like people aging from youth.
"I used to feel so sorry for myself as a child, but now looking back, it seems trivial."
Sienna sat on a very small swing; it was so low her legs had to bend down.
"Because you’re happy now."
Adrian sat on a nearby stone stool. Though the weather had turned cold, the sun’s warmth kept it from feeling very chilly.
Sienna wore a light camel thick coat, a floral scarf around her neck, black long boots, her rosy lips, and bright eyes, capturing Adrian’s attention.
"Yes, very happy." Sienna gracefully tilted her neck, squinting her eyes to gaze at the blue sky, softly speaking.
Because she’s very happy, she has the courage to face past hardships.
At a window on the second floor, Night Owl watched Sienna, instinctively ignoring the man beside her.
He had ways to get Sienna into bed and ravish her, but he wanted to win Sienna’s heart.
He had lived this long, finally interested in a woman—or more precisely, heart-stirred—and didn’t want to extinguish this spark.
Possessing someone’s body is easy; capturing someone’s heart is not.
He wanted the woman’s complete surrender, both body and soul!
"Drew!" Augusta stood at the doorway, her gaze fixated dreamily on Night Owl’s back.
"..."
"I’ve been looking for you these years..."
She took a deep breath, bravely stepping inside, coming to his back, "I... want to tell you, I... love you!" Just as she reached her arms to hug his waist, the man spun around; Augusta felt a cold flash in front of her, a chill on her neck.
The artery in her neck was cut, blood spraying out; Augusta’s eyes widened, staring at the man before her.
"Who are you?"
She grasped her bleeding neck, unable to believe the man she had thought of for so many years, remembered for so long, and searched for so determinedly was the one killing her.
"Sorry, slipped up."
Night Owl’s tone was akin to having accidentally bumped into someone; he took out a handkerchief, wiping the bloodstains off the sharp knife, heedless of the dying woman before him.
"You’re not... Drew!" Augusta revealed Night Owl’s true identity.
Night Owl glanced at the dying woman in front of him, suddenly showing an evil grin, "You’re the first to see through my identity!"
—Who are you?
Augusta could no longer produce any sound; she collapsed to her knees with a thud and then fell, lifeless!
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