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Chapter 730 An Uninvited Guest Emelie replied, "Yes, most of the original furnishings have been preserved. Swere too damaged due to bad workmanship and can't be restored, so I had replicas made to match the old style." Wesley's voice deepened slightly. "That wasn't necessary. Things change, and that's okay. Holding onto the past can be painful." Emelie disagreed, thinking that he was cold and heartless.
As she cooked, she said, "I see it differently. I never knew my parents, be it their temper, personality, or appearance. I can only learn about them from other people.
"Even so, what I hear is only a fraction of who they were. No matter how much they praised my parents, I couldn't relate." "But this house holds echoes of their lives. Sometimes, when I touch a worn spot on the wall or a chipped piece of furniture, I feel a connection to them. That's why preserving these things is important to me." Wesley stood in his spot and listened quietly, then simply replied, "Hmm." He was unusually quiet tonight.
He walked to the window, lost in thought, then crouched down.
The spaghetti was almost ready. Emelie served two plates and placed them on the dining table to cool. Wesley was still crouched by the window.
Emelie curiously approached him.
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But before she could confirm anything, she heard a strange noise, like someone jumping over something. She immediately becalert.
Wesley also heard it too. He remained crouched, but he was now holding a dagger. None of them made a sound, their understanding implicit, Suddenly, a noise cfrom the dining table. Emelie glanced over.
Under the dim light emitting from the streetlights, she saw a figure grabbing one of the plates. Then, the figure picked up a fork and began slurping the noodles.
Emelie was stunned and asked directly, "Who are you?" The person ignored her, continuing to eat the spaghetti as if he were were starving.
Emelie lost her patience. She was about to go investigate when Wesley pulled her close. He was afraid that she would be in danger.
But Emelie snatched the knife from him.
"You're not well. Lethandle this," she said. For the first tin his life, Wesley found himself being protected by a woman.
He was stunned for a moment, then amused and touched. The gloom that had enveloped him the entire night seemed to have been lifted.
Emelie had already reached the dining table. She gripped the dagger and lunged forward to attack.
The person quickly gulped down more spaghetti before catching the blade with the fork. Then, he twisted it to block her attack. With one hand still holding the plate, he defended himself while slurping the spaghetti loudly.
Emelie was angered by his arrogance and elbowed him hard in the stomach.
The person coughed, nearly spitting out his food.
Emelie pressed her advantage, pulling back the dagger for another strike.
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The two of them were engaged in combat around the dining table. The intruder only defended never attacking. As he dodged her dagger, he grabbed the other plate of spaghetti.
He was provoking her blatantly, the slurping noises echoing through the room. Emelie chased him around the table, but he never stopped eating. However, no matter how hard Emelie tried, she couldn't catch him. He was as slippery as an eel.
Emelie frustratedly lunged with the dagger but the intruder quickly backed away.
By the the realized he was cornered by Wesley, it was already too late. Wesley moved swiftly, overpowering him.
"My spaghetti!" the intruder shouted in frustration.
Emelie recognized the voice. The next second, the lights flickered on.
As she ran over, she saw a handsman who had ac who had mischievous and rebellious air about him. It was none other than Lyle. X