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Remy smiled. He probably rarely smiled because it seemed rather stiff. “That’s true, typically. But when I see someone I despise, I can’t help but speak my mind.”
Alyssa’s heart pounded. Although Damien wasn’t as cold or blunt as Remy, he was also straightforward and uncomplicated. These similarities were striking.
Jameson’s frustration was palpable. He sneered, “If what you see bothers you, that’s your problem. Lyse and I will be married. She will be my wife.
Remy remarked, “Not necessarily.”
Upon hearing that, Alyssa’s eyes lit up. Her heart swelled with hope.
But Remy’s next words were like a dousing of cold water. “Who knows if Sir will get the chance?’
Jameson’s chest tightened with dread, horror creeping into his eyes. He wasn’t afraid of Jeremy or Alyssa’s brothers. He was terrified of Justin. Justin was ruthless and capable of anything.
He knew Justin’s methods. If Justin wanted something, he would stop at nothing to get it.
“But Sir isn’t as shameless, despicable, and evil as you are,” Remy argued.
Remy, tall and imposing, bent down to pluck a random rose. He tore off a petal, placed it in his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully. “Sir wouldn’t take her like some wild animal,” he mused. “He’d make Ms. Alyssa fall for him willingly, bit by bit.”
Jameson shuddered.
Alyssa, on the other hand, didn’t feel overly terrified. More than that, she felt curious and suspicious. She even considered that being abducted by this so-called Sir might be better than remaining Jameson’s prisoner. At least with Sir, she could get closer to the heart of evil and consequently have the chance to unmask the mastermind and bring them to justice.
By contrast, staying with Jameson left her feeling powerless. Despite his dignified, accomplished fa?ade, he was nothing more than Sir’s loyal watchdog.
And with Remy’s arrival, Alyssa sensed something big was coming. Whether they acted or not, Jameson’s usefulness was at its end.
Night fell, and the sea’s waves rose and fell with it.
After years of living as an assassin, Remy had become almost insomniac. Lying on the red velvet couch in the living room, he stared at the dazzling chandelier hanging from the ceiling and lost himself in thought.
Suddenly, he heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching slowly.
But he didn’t stir. He knew those footsteps belonged to Alyssa, the woman who had fallen to the ground earlier and was always on the verge of tears.
The footsteps stopped beside him.
Suddenly, a red object appeared before his eyes.
Alyssa leaned in slightly, holding a fresh red apple before him. Her slender hand trembled, whether from frailty or emotion, it was hard to tell.
“This is for you,” Alyssa said in a gentle and youthful voice.
Remy’s lashes flickered as he raised his hand and took the apple from her. With a crisp crunch, he took a bite.
Alyssa asked in a scratchy voice, “Mr. Lexington, do you like eating apples too?”
“Yup,” Remy answered coldly.
“H had an older brother who loved apples since he was young.”
Her eyes filled with tears as she stared deeply at Remy. “There are two apple trees in the back garden of my home. When I was young, I always climbed the trees to pick apples for Damien.”
Remy didn’t say a word but simply continued munching on the apple.
“He was an outstanding pilot who possessed 99% professional capabilities. Unfortunately, he still lacked that 1%.”
A look of curiosity, something he hadn’t shown before, flashed across Remy’s eyes. “What’s that 1%?”
“Luck.”
Alyssa couldn’t hold back the tears of pain that streamed down her sunken face. “During an accident, the plane he was flying crashed into the sea. All crew and passengers on board perished.”
Remy paused his chewing for a moment, then continued. As if Alyssa’s words had no bearing on him, he remarked, “In that case, it was truly bad luck for him. He should strive to be a lucky person in his next life.”
Muffled sobs echoed in the quiet living room, tugging at heartstrings.
“Ms. Alyssa, save your tears for those who are worthy of them,” Remy said coldly, looking askance at Alyssa’s tear -streaked face. “You should go cry at your brother’s grave. Don’t waste your emotions on me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder. Alyssa had leaped onto him, grabbing the collar of his black T-shirt. With all her might, she tore at it, creating a large rip.
Due to Alyssa’s ambush, Remy was caught off guard. His collar was ripped apart, revealing his broad, muscular shoulder.
A birthmark!
Damien had a light pink birthmark, about the size of a quarter, on the back of his left shoulder.
But just as a spark of hope ignited in Alyssa’s eyes, it was quickly extinguished. Remy had no birthmark on his left shoulder. Instead, through her tear-blurred vision, she saw a long, terrifying scar as wide as two fingers. The scar snaked down from his shoulder like a cruel serpent.
As a surgeon who had served on battlefield rescue missions with Doctors Without Borders, the sight of such a severe scar made her blood run cold.
With one look, she knew this wasn’t just any ordinary knife wound. It looked more like a wound from an explosion, with skin stitched back together after devastating injuries.
Could it be…
Alyssa felt a sharp pain in her wrists, and her world spun. When she regained consciousness, Remy had pinned her to the couch, her wrists held firmly. She couldn’t move.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
Remy’s jaw clenched, and he glared down at her with bloodshot eyes filled with a fury so intense it seemed ready to spill into her tear-filled gaze.
“What on earth did you go through?” Staring up at him, Alyssa no longer felt any fear. All she felt was an overwhelming heartache that spread through her trembling body. “Why do you have such a severe wound? Was it because of the plane crash? Was it? Damien… Did it hurt?”
Did it hurt?
The gentle question struck a chord with Remy. The pain made his eyes go unfocused.
“Damien!”
From the farthest, most unreachable corners of his mind, he heard a sweet, clear voice. It echoed faintly, almost unreal, before fading away.
Looking at the absent-minded Remy, Alyssa wept softly, her tears falling like rain.
She was just about to caress his well-sculpted face when he let go of her without warning and stood up straight.
“If this happens again, even Jameson won’t be able to save you.”
Remy left her there with cold detachment and stormed out of the living room.
Remy returned to his room and slammed the door shut. He leaned heavily against it, his back pressing hard against the wood.
He closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head as if to clear it, but Alyssa’s voice calling out to “Damien” echoed relentlessly in his ears.
“I am on my own. I have no parents, siblings, or friends… I have always been alone. Mr. Justin gave me a new life.
“It was Mr. Justin…” Remy repeated, almost like a mantra, trying to silence the inner demons that threatened his resolve.
Yet Alyssa’s concerned questions pierced through his defenses, striking at the heart he thought was made of steel.
All these years, through every bruise and wound, no one had ever asked him if it hurt. He never felt he needed anyone’s concern, nor did he care for such trivial emotions.
But to his surprise, for the first time in his life, he knew what it felt like to have someone care for him. It felt like a small dent in his heart, a warmth that touched him.
Steadying his breath, Remy walked to the window. As he gazed up at the distant moon, he pulled out a necklace that hung around his neck.
With a soft click, Remy opened a hidden compartment in the necklace. In it was a black-colored pill.
He took it out, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it.
Alyssa’s voice in his head gradually faded away.
For over a year, he hadn’t needed any medication to ease his headaches. He thought he’d never have to take it again.
Meanwhile, Jameson clutched a medical report in his study room. His handsome face was ashen, his sharp eyes bloodshot.
“Mr. Schmidt, your current health isn’t looking good,” his private physician hesitated, standing by his side. “The medical facilities on this island are limited. They might not be enough if your condition suddenly worsens. I suggest you go to a proper hospital soon, within this month. Treatment there might help ease your condition.”
