Chapter 1110: Chapter 1050: Discovering the Fake Noah Phillips
Sienna Johnson is a very cautious person; at the same time, she is proud and disdainful of others’ sympathy, so she never exposes her weaknesses in front of people.
Sienna Johnson is afraid of ghosts; Noah Phillips knows, Adrian Desmond knows, but others do not.
So, when they were little, they really couldn’t frequent the Haunted House.
If Sienna Johnson heard Night Owl say these words, she would definitely suspect. Given what he knows about Sienna Johnson, once she is suspicious, she won’t alert others, she’ll continue to probe to verify her suspicions.
Sure enough, Sienna Johnson asked a probing question:
What is the code to enter the Haunted House?
The Haunted House, they only went there once, and it was Augusta Rafael’s prank, where Augusta Rafael and Celia Rafael locked Sienna Johnson inside.
Where would there be any sort of code?
Noah Phillips searched all day before finding Sienna Johnson, who was trembling in fear, in a corner of the Haunted House.
The first thing Sienna Johnson said upon seeing Noah Phillips was: "Are you human, or a ghost?"
"Baby, I’m Drew."
"Are you transformed from a ghost?"
"I’m not a ghost."
"Bad people never say they are bad, and ghosts naturally won’t say they’re ghosts. Aren’t all your ghosts full of ’ghost talk’?"
Click, clack... The sound of footsteps interrupted Noah Phillips’ memories.
A box lunch was placed on the ground.
"May I ask what time it is now?" Noah Phillips needed to confirm the time to keep his mind clear.
"Four in the afternoon." A woman’s voice.
"Thank you." Even in this situation, Noah Phillips maintained his gentlemanly demeanor.
Noah Phillips stood up and walked over, his feet bound with chains that clanked loudly with each step.
He took it and ate slowly, savoring the satisfaction that the food brought him.
He didn’t want to die, so he had to eat, preserve his strength, wait for an opportunity to rescue himself, or wait for Sienna Johnson to discover a flaw and rescue him.
Squeak, squeak... A small mouse smelled the aroma of the meal and came to Noah Phillips’ side.
"Emma, there’s braised pork today, do you want some?"
Emma is the name Noah Phillips gave the little mouse, it appeared from the third day he was locked in the basement.
At first, it hid in the corner, watching Noah Phillips vigilantly, later realizing he wouldn’t harm it, it dared to approach him.
Noah Phillips placed a piece of braised pork on the ground, the little mouse sniffed it, then began gnawing on it.
"Emma, your fur is wet, is it raining outside?"
It was four in the afternoon, just a number.
No light penetrated the basement, Noah Phillips lived in reverse, unable to distinguish between day and night.
Noah Phillips distracted himself in various ways to avoid going mad.
"Do you want more?"
Squeak, squeak...
Noah Phillips no longer gave it more, he needed to conserve energy to survive, "Sorry, there’s no more."
Squeak, squeak... The little mouse looked at the empty food box with eyes like dark beans, then ran back to its hole.
...
Night fell, the temperature dropped several degrees, and snowflakes began to fall against the glass windows.
This was the first snow of the year, winter arriving quietly.
"It’s snowing..." a girl exclaimed, "I was five when I went south with my adoptive mother, and I’ve never seen snow again."
"It’s the first snow too..."
"Should we buy beer and fried chicken to eat?"
"Haha, have you also watched ’My Love from the Star’?"
Sienna Johnson listened absentmindedly to everyone chatting, Noah Phillips was not present, and during the conversation, someone asked where Noah Phillips had gone.
Then someone joked: Could Noah Phillips and Augusta Rafael have gone to ’mess around’?
Noah Phillips was missing, Augusta Rafael was also missing.
When Night Owl came downstairs, the first person he saw was Sienna Johnson, resting her face in her hand, looking at the snow outside the glass window, her silhouette beautiful, her gaze quiet, carrying a hint of melancholy, emotions surging from her chest that Night Owl could hardly control.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" He walked over, snapped his fingers in front of her, and startled Sienna Johnson.
"It’s snowing, I’m watching the snow." Her expression quickly returned to calm.
"I remembered what the code was."
Sienna Johnson lowered her head, a lock of long hair fell, covering half her face, pretending to look at the wedding ring on her ring finger to hide her uncontrollable expression when she heard the answer.
"What?"
"I’m not afraid of ghosts!" Night Owl said.
Fake!
The man in front of her was fake!
The man with the same face as Noah Phillips was fake.
If there was still doubt just now, at this moment, Sienna Johnson was sure.
No wonder the sense of closeness and familiarity Noah Phillips gave her disappeared, as it really wasn’t her Drew anymore.
Sienna Johnson lightly lifted her head, her smile gracefully charming, "I thought you forgot."
Under the table, two hands tightly clasped together, trembling, she used the tablecloth to hide her emotions revealing from her hands.
The same face, but the soul inside seemed to have changed to another person.
"So can you go to the Haunted House with me now?"
He bent down, the two were very close, Sienna Johnson could see the pores on his skin.
Fake?
She couldn’t help reaching out and touching his face, feeling his momentary rigidity, then relaxation, his gaze becoming overwhelmingly fiery.
"What’s wrong?"
"Shameless!" A woman’s voice suddenly sounded, breaking the atmosphere the two had created.
Celia Rafael already didn’t like Sienna Johnson; seeing Sienna Johnson, who already had a husband, still flirting with Noah Phillips, made her burn with anger.
What on earth does this woman have over Augusta Rafael? Making Noah Phillips constantly remember her.
"No wonder you sent your husband away, you planned to flirt with other men." Celia Rafael said sharply.
The surrounding gazes directed at them, Sienna Johnson’s expression unchanged, she had a clear conscience. Besides, to her, Celia Rafael was just a stranger, she didn’t care how she viewed her.
"Drew Rafael, are you blind? Where is this woman good? Now she’s still a married woman. You all are shameless."
"..."
"Belinda Rafael, your husband surely doesn’t know Drew Rafael is your childhood sweetheart, right?"
Dean Rafael stopped and said, "Celia, matters of the heart are only clear to those involved; we outsiders shouldn’t worry needlessly. Let’s eat, let’s eat."
"..."
"It’s rare for everyone to gather together, it’s fate, treasure it. Next time we gather, it’s likely I won’t be here." The dean said sadly.
"Dean, what are you saying, you’re still young, if you go outside with us, people who don’t know might think you’re our sister." Greta Rafael said sweetly.
"Sister? I could easily be your grandmother."
"Oh my, I don’t have such a young grandmother."
"You little girl, always sharp-tongued since childhood."
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