“Got it. How should I contact you next time?” Xavier asked.
Arielle pondered over the matter, for he couldn't climb trees every time he wanted to contact her, could he? Suddenly, her eyes lit up. “From tomorrow onwards, I’ll be teaching at the medical school. You should find a way to contact me.”
“Okay. I'll go home and figure a way.” I don't want to climb trees every time I come here.
“Ms. Moore? Ms. Moore!” Suddenly, someone's voice rang out. Both
Arielle and Xavier jumped in fright.
“Someone's looking for you, so I should leave. I'll contact you soon.” With that said, Xavier slid down the tree.
“F*ck, it hurts!” he cursed after getting to the ground. His palm was grazed from the friction against the tree bark, and blood trickled out of the wound.
On the other side of the wall, Arielle had run toward the stadium after Xavier disappeared out of sight as she was afraid someone would notice him.
“Ms. Moore!” The servant ran up to her.
Arielle came to a stop and inquired, “How can I help you?”
After learning Turlenese, she could communicate with the people here.
“Mr. Quillen is here. He wants to meet you,” the servant reported politely.
Mr. Quillen? Arielle's brows snapped together. Who is that?
Puzzled, Arielle headed back to the mansion.
“Ms. Moore!” Sybil Quillen stepped forward to welcome her warmly.
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