Chapter 19
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The day before the wedding, at the Garrow’s manor.
Sylvie sat in front of the vanity in the bridal suite, gently running her fingertips over the scattered diamonds on the wedding dress.
The sun was shining outside the window, and the servants in the manor were busy preparing the wedding venue for tomorrow. Everything looked so perfect.
The door was gently knocked.
“Syl?”
Hershel pushed the door open and walked in, holding a cup of warm rose tea in one hand and a delicate velvet gift box in the other.
He was wearing a neatly pressed black suit, with the collar slightly open, and his eyes behind the gold–rimmed glasses were unbelievably gentle.
“You hardly touched your breakfast,” he said, placing the teacup next to her with a hint of resignation in his voice. “The kitchen said you only drank half a cup of milk.”
Sylvie looked up at him, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Mr. Garrow, are you going to personally train me?”
“I dare not.” He bent down and handed her the gift box. “I just didn’t want you to go hungry.”
Sylvie opened the box and inside were several pieces of exquisite
chocolate.
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“I heard you used to really like the chocolate from this store,” Hershel said softly, “I had it airmailed from Switzerland.”
Sylvie was taken aback. She didn’t expect him to inquire about such a trivial matter.
She was about to speak when the alarm system in the manor suddenly
blared.
“What’s going on?” Hershel frowned, immediately pressing down on his earpiece. “Security, report the situation.”
The urgent voice came through the headphones: “Mr. Garrow, the system has been breached! All monitoring and access control are down!”
Hershel’s face suddenly changed, he turned to Sylvie and said, “Syl, stay here and don’t move.”
He walked out of the room quickly, and Sylvie heard him loudly ordering in the hallway, “Block all exits!”
However, before she could react, the door to the suite had already been silently pushed open.
A tall figure stood at the door, with the night chill still lingering on the black overcoat.
Alaric.
Sylvie suddenly stood up, her wedding dress sweeping over the dressing table, knocking over a bottle of perfume. The sound of shattering glass was particularly loud in the quiet room.
“Alaric?” She couldn’t believe her eyes. “How did you get in?”
Alaric didn’t answer, just stared at her, with a terrifying dark fire flickering in his eyes.
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“Follow me,” he said hoarsely.
Sylvie took a step back. “Are you crazy? The wedding is tomorrow!”
“So what?” he sneered, “Are you really going to marry him?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“It is,” he approached step by step, “Your business will always be my business.”
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Sylvie’s heart raced as she instinctively looked towards the door, only to find the hallway empty.
Where was Hershel? Where was the security guard?
Alaric seemed to read her mind and said lightly, “Don’t look, he can’t come over for now.”
“What did you do to him?!”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t touch him,” Alaric said coldly. “I just had someone hold him back.”
Sylvie clenched her skirt tightly and asked, “What do you want to do?”
Alaric stared at her and suddenly asked, “Do you really love him?”
Sylvie was taken aback.
“Not yet,” she finally answered, “but I will try my best.”
“Effort?” Alaric seemed stung by the word, his jaw tightening. “Syl, when did you ever need to ‘effort‘ to love someone?”
“Because it’s worth it,” she looked him straight in the eyes, “and even if I don’t love him, it doesn’t mean I will come back to love you.”
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Alaric’s breath caught, his eyes filled with a crimson hue.
The next second, he stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.
“Let go!” Sylvie struggled, but he easily restrained her.
“Save your energy,” he whispered, as he pulled off his tie with his other hand and bound her wrists. “You’ll need it later when you start causing
trouble.”
After speaking, he immediately picked her up horizontally and walked quickly towards the floor–to–ceiling window in the suite.
Outside the window, a helicopter was hovering in midair, the deafening roar of its propellers filling the air.
Sylvie’s pupils constricted suddenly: “Alaric! You are kidnapping me!”
“What of it?” he sneered, lifting her up and jumping onto the windowsill, “Ever since the day I first laid eyes on you, I should have done this.”
The night wind howled, and Sylvie’s wedding dress rustled as it was blown.
She struggled to turn back, wanting to take one last look at the manor, but only saw Hershel’s figure in the distance being stopped by several men in black.
He seemed to be calling her name, but the wind was too loud and she couldn’t hear anything.
