Chapter 146
Louis smiled as he looked at Genevieve’s stunned expression, softness creeping up to his sharp features.
“Do you like it?” he asked, referring to the show he had arranged.
After understanding him, Genevieve cocked her eyebrow and replied, “It’s okay!”
The sales assistants nearby paled at her response.
Louis, on the other hand, was unfazed by it.
Considering Genevieve’s background, she wouldn’t be surprised by such events; she was likely accustomed to them, and he had arranged something she was used to.
He smiled and suddenly reached out to hold her hand.
“Okay, I’ll take you somewhere that will surprise you,” he said confidently.
Genevieve was surprised by his gesture.
Louis‘ hand was warm and large. He held her hand without exerting pressure, yet it wasn’t loose.
The driver didn’t follow them.
The moment Genevieve got rid of the surveillance, her mood naturally improved.
They left the mall and took a leisure stroll toward the west.
In a place like Wildefield Street, the air was always filled with the scent of money.
The sky was gloomy, the breeze stirring through the bustling streets filled with cars.
Pedestrians appeared hurried, while some sat tiredly by the roadside.
They arrived at a nearby park.
There was a huge oval fountain in the middle.
Genevieve sat on a bench near it.
Louis released her hand and said, “Wait for me.”
He returned in less than a minute.
Then, he handed a bread to Genevieve.
Genevieve frowned and admitted honestly, “I’m not hungry.”
Louis pursed his lips, but unfortunately, he couldn’t hold back his laughter.
“It’s not for you. Close your eyes,” he said.
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Genevieve frowned slightly and closed her eyes hesitantly.
He tore the bread into small pieces, gently lifting her palm and placing them in her hand.
At that moment, Genevieve understood him completely.
The next second, she felt a tingling sensation in her palm and opened her eyes.
She then noticed a snow–white dove flap its wings and peck at the bread in her hand.
Genevieve was stunned for a moment, then her heart softened instantly. She looked at the snow- white pigeon in surprise. Except for its clear dark eyes, its body was purely white without any impurities.
Genevieve didn’t dare to move, captivated by the scene before her.
The pigeon would look at her every time before it ate the bread.
Despite the crowded surroundings, it chose Genevieve.
Such a surprise made her feel honored and touched.
She looked at Louis with amazement in her eyes.
His handsome profile wore a gentle, albeit tired, expression as he looked at the snow–white pigeon with a faint smile.
The comforting scene eased Genevieve’s tension more than her time in the expensive, high–profile brand store just moments before.
The pigeon finished the bread and left reluctantly.
Genevieve patted her palm and turned to look at him.
Louis chuckled and let go of her hand.
I’ve run out of bread. Plus, it has had enough,” he mentioned.
Genevieve was speechless by it.
At that moment, a young cowboy approached with two denim bags on his back and said, “Hello, would you like to write a letter to be opened five years from now?”
He was trying to market his business.
For Genevieve, it was a common ploy in Clusia’s tourist spots.
Besides, she suspected the man might be a liar.
However, Louis was intrigued by the idea. After carefully inquiring about the logistics of mailing and the procedure, he requested two pieces of paper and pens, handing one set to Genevieve.
Genevieve accepted them helplessly.
“Louis, why don’t you write an email and set a timer instead?” she proposed.
Louis smiled warmly and gently tapped her forehead with the pen before saying, “It’s more sincere to write it yourself. Do it, and I’ll take you to Epea in a few days, okay?”
Genevieve smiled at his proposal, wondering if it meant she could
“Okay,” she replied and sat down on another bench with the pen.
Louis glanced at her, shook his head helplessly, and chuckled.
go
home soon.
They each wrote a letter to be opened five years later, completely unaware of each other’s contents.
Soon, they finished writing their letters and handed them to the young cowboy. He took their addresses, requested payment, and left happily to find new customers.
Genevieve clicked her tongue as she watched the man leave.
“If he’s a liar, you’ll be buying products without after–sale service!” she pointed out.
“It’s okay.” Louis replied, smiling casually as if he didn’t care about anything.
Unfortunately, on their way home, they met with trouble.
Four to five men rushed out of a shop with weapons in their hands.
Before they could get close to Louis, the bodyguards who had been nearby rushed out in an
instant.
As shots rang out from both parties, Genevieve trembled with fear, her face turning pale.
Louis quickly scooped her up and rushed her into the car.
The scene descended into chaos.
Gunshots kept sounding.
In shock, Genevieve was shielded by Louis, who positioned his body protectively in front of her.
Bending down and somewhat stiff, she entered the car.
Louis closed the door behind him with a cold demeanor and ordered the bodyguards in the front seat, “Drive.”
The car was custom–made and bulletproof, so they weren’t worried about the glass breaking.
However, the sound of bullets hitting the car was still frightening.
The car sped away swiftly and soon arrived at Fallon Group.
The driver had lowered the partition a while ago.
Louis gently calmed Genevieve, his demeanor steady.
“You’re safe now, Gen. Let me check if you’re hurt,” he said.
His tone was filled with gentleness, though palpable anger flickered in his eyes.
‘David must have been driven to desperate action,’ he thought.
Louis had a premonition that David would retaliate, but he never expected the latter to resort to such foolish means.
Genevieve, still pale and nervous, shook her head in response.
Louis gently unfolded her clenched fists and interlocked hands with her.
Feeling his chest tighten, he apologized in a low voice, “I’m sorry for frightening you. It won’t happen again.”
It was a promise he was making. His gaze was grim, filled with emotions swirling within, and his expression solemn.
However, Genevieve could discern the guilt and remorse in him, as well as his fury:
He always presented his gentlest side to her, shielding her from glimpsing his tyranny and indifference, preventing her from truly understanding him.
However, at this moment, his unexpected display of emotions suddenly revealed his true self to her.
It was like needles pricking her, causing pain that softened her heart.
She realized that she was willing to accept the possibility that the person before her might be assuming another’s identity, as Yvette claimed.
After all, Louis was the one willing to sacrifice his life to protect her.
Genevieve’s eyes softened, reflecting the warmth of the moon, as tears welled up within them.
Louis, you’re so kind to me,” she murmured.
