Domineering Lover novel Chapter 1003

Caesar found it funny that one should choose such a way to correspond. He took over the letter and sized it up.

There was no handwriting on the envelope.

In the envelope, there was a postcard with the Eiffel Tower on it.

Caesar turned the letter to the back and saw the familiar handwriting, which made him dumbfounded.

"Cesar, I'm back."

Each twinkle and smile of that person had long been engraved in the depths of his mind, not to mention her handwriting.

"It's impossible. How could a dead come back to life?"

There was a line of small words at the end. 'TH wait for you in the Dreamy Valley."

"Master, what did it say?" The assistant also turned around and saw Caesar's shocked expression.

"Who sent this letter?" Caesar tightly grasped the postcard, and the knuckles of his fingers turned white due to excessive strength.

"A seven or eight-year-old child handed it over to the security and said that it's essential that it gets delivered in your hands."

A picture appeared in Caesar's mind. He held a woman tightly in his arms on a land of grass spotted with dead bodies.

"Everly, nothing will happen to you. I'll save you."

"If I make it out of this, can you and I go to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower?"

"Okay, yeah, we are making out of this, I promise you that, and I'll go anywhere you wanna go with you. Rescue's on the way, you just hang on."

"Cesar..."

Caesar thought that he had long forgotten those things and the woman. But as he got in contact with something related, remotely related even, he would realize that she had been always in his head.

"Prepare the car."

"Yes, Master."

No matter who was playing a prank on him, he could never forgive a joke played on him using someone who had already passed away.

Caesar got in the car with the postcard, "To Dreamy Valley." "Master, are you going to the hot springs? It will take two hours to get there. You want me to drive you to a nearer and better one?"

"Cut your bulls*it." Caesar tightened his grip on the postcard.

During the two hours of car ride, Caesar was thinking about that person, every little piece of their memory.

The Dreamy Valley was located at the foot of a mountain named Dreamy Mountain, which was full of different flowers all year round.

In spring, there were peach blossoms everywhere, and in summer, lush trees. It was known as the Paradise on Earth for its unworldly scenery.

And the spring there got the same name as the valley. There were springs out in the open and ones inside. A lot of couples chose to travel here because there were exclusive hot spring pools for two.

Caesar got to the hot spring. It was quiet around the hot spring. It was obvious that someone had booked the whole place.

By the time he entered the Japanese- style courtyard, there were already people waiting at the door.

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Peterson?"

"Aye." Caesar said coldly.

"The person you wish to meet is inside. Please follow me."

Caesar followed her into the depths of the courtyard until he stopped in front of the two tightly shut wooden doors.

"Mr. Peterson, please go ahead." The woman retreated.

Caesar wanted to see who the person who had been playing tricks behind the scenes was. How could whoever it was make fun of a dead person?

Pushing the door open, he saw the back of a woman in a kimono in the house decorated like a traditional Japanese living room.

She was wearing a pink cherry blossom kimono with a Japanese-styled hair bun on her head.