Gwen nodded and reached out to clasp his hand. She took a deep breath and asked, "When will you be leaving?"
Luke shook his head. "I have no idea either."
The truth was, when it came to his miraculous resurrection from death, he was just as clueless as the next person. Nonetheless, he was more than grateful to be given the chance to see Gwen once again, even if it was in the most bizarre of ways.
He held her hand so tenderly as though he was holding the world's most precious treasure.
Then, he turned to glance at Joshua. "I'll leave the rest to you."
Joshua nodded. "Don't worry; I'll take care of everything."
Finally, Luke shifted his gaze to Thomas. "I hope you'll send some of your people to help search for Denise too. After all, Steven doesn't have much help."
Even though Steven's men were trying their best, Luke knew from experience that a mere few of them were not enough to find a woman hiding in the slums.
Thomas was silent for a moment before finally nodding.
"However—" he curled his lips into a smile as he met Luke's gaze. "What am I supposed to do about the fact that your brother punched me?"
Luke broke into a smile. "Well, you can bring that up with me, but you'll have to win against me first."
Thomas rolled his eyes at him and waved his hand dismissively. "Alright, alright. You can go now. You'd better cherish your time together before Steven returns."
Gwen's face flushed red when she heard this. She bit her lip, glancing at Luke's side profile, as a surge of inexplicable warmth spread into her heart.
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