NovelBookChapter 616 On the deck, two night owls were sprawled out on lounge chairs under the starry sky.
Aurelia glanced at the man beside her and quipped, "Can't sleep either?" Leopold's thin lips curved into a devilish grin, "If | were cuddling with you, I'd be out like a light." She rolled her eyes, "Go cuddle with Megan. She's dying for your embrace at night." "Do you really want me to go cuddle with her?" he asked, a slight frown creasing his forehead.
Aurelia smirked, "What does an ex-wife have to say about her ex-husband's affairs?" He reached out and pinched her cheek teasingly, “Are you jealous?" She laughed, “Why would | be jealous when | don't even like you?" A flicker of hurt flashed through Leopold's eyes, souring his mood.
“Can't you ever say something sweet?" He complained.
She shrugged nonchalantly. "Sorry, I'm a straight shooter. | tell it like it is." "You're a real porcupine,’ he said, resigned to the sting of her barbs.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAurelia's face took on a melancholy smile, "These quills of mine, you stuck them there. Over time, they've grown into my skin, and now I'm a porcupine.” Leopold heaved a silent sigh, swallowing his bitterness At that moment, their bodyguard approached. "Boss, you might want to check out the lower deck.” With a slight start, Leopold stood up, followed by Aurelia.
The deep twilight of the club engulfed the yacht as the sea breeze howled past.
On the center of the lower deck, a woman knelt, her eyes wide as saucers, pupils hollow and lifeless, as if her soul had fled.
In her hands, she clutched a pair of scissors.
Slowly, her arms rose, and the sound of the scissors snipping eerily in the night filled the air.
Suddenly, she began to hack away at her hair, cutting it haphazardly. Her once-lustrous locks fell around her ina ragged mess.
Leapold signaled the bodyguard with a glance. The guard stepped forward and firmly took the scissors from her hand.
But she continued her motion, fingers grasping at the air, still miming the action of cutting her hair, desperately snipping away at nothing.
Aurelia was stunned. She had never witnessed Megan sleepwalking before, and this time, she was certain it was real.
No act, no play could compel a woman to desecrate her own cherished hair.
"Is she sleepwalking again?" Leopold was certain someone had tampered with her mind.
Was it someone from the AK Group, threatening her? Or someone else? Amidst his contemplation, Aurelia's voice came softly, "Doesn't it look like she's been hypnotized?" The movies always showed the hypnotized like this.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLeopold had always suspected hypnosis. The previous spell on her had been lifted, and now, a new one had been cast.
The perpetrator didn't want to kill her, just to punish her.
“Must be a top-notch hypnotist. An average one couldn't make a patient self-harm." Aurelia pondered, “Doesn't seem like AK Group's style. They'd be foolish to track us just to turn on one of their own." Leopold shared her sentiment.
He beckoned the bodyguard, "Once we're ashore, find out who Megan has been in contact with." "Yes" After a while, Megan collapsed motionless. The guards helped her to her room.
Come morning, she would likely be horrified by her own reflection, crying a river.
Aurelia returned to her room, checked on her peacefully sleeping child, and lay down beside him, closing her eyes.
She mulled over many things but soon drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, a piercing scream shattered the dawn's silence.
"My hair, my hair! What happened to it?"
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