Chapter 580: Chapter 580: Witnessing Something Incredible_1
The next morning, Aiden and Deborah had breakfast together in the innās dining room.
"It was indeed a quiet night," Aiden said, yawning; he had only slept a few hours in the latter half of the night.
"Yes, nothing happened," Deborah absentmindedly pushed the food into her mouth.
It had been an utterly peaceful night; the dual-identity murderer she had been worried about didnāt even show a shadow, and Aiden hadnāt done anything either, only touched her onceāwhen he woke her up to take over the night watch in the latter half of the night.
For some reason, there was always a sense of frustration...
However, seeing Mr. Aidenās sleeping face could be considered a nice gain, too bad there wasnāt a camera to capture it.
"In about another week, it will be the night of the full moon, and it doesnāt seem likely that the dual-identity murderer is ready to move anytime soon," said Aiden.
"By the night of the full moon, will his target still be me?" Deborah asked with a hint of worry in her voice.
"Itās hard to say, so we need you to keep an eye on the fortunetelling," Aiden replied.
He was now more inclined to believe in that fortunetelling, as it was provided to Deborah by the phantom thief Liv.
He had originally suspected that this thing wasnāt real fortunetelling at all. Now, upon re-examining, this so-called fortunetelling might also be because of some connection between Deborah and the dual-identity murderer.
"Mr. Aiden, are you sure you want to go straight to work? Wonāt you be too tired?" Deborah asked with some apology.
She felt guilty for having kept Aiden up to watch over her for half the night, only for nothing to happen in the end.
She thought he should rest a bit, but Aiden insisted on returning to the prison and had already lifted the "substitute" for himself, ready to leave the inn and ride away in a carriage.
"Itās okay; Iāll catch up on sleep at noon," Aiden said, wiping his mouth with a napkin, "Itās about time I left."
"Alright," Deborah finished her last bit of food and also used a napkin to wipe her mouth.
The two walked shoulder to shoulder out of the inn, and Deborah bid farewell to Aiden: "Goodbye, Mr. Aiden, Iāll contact you if thereās any news."
"Hmm, goodbye," Aiden, too, tipped his hat in parting and looked around for a rental carriage.
At that moment, his peripheral vision briefly caught a glimpse of a watching gaze, and he turned his head to look.
The morning sidewalks were bustling with people heading to work, coming and going.
"Whatās the matter?" Deborah asked.
"Nothing," Aiden shook his head.
The glance from before didnāt carry the kind of prickly sensation one gets from being watched. Perhaps it was just a passing pedestrianās gaze; after all, both he and Deborah were quite conspicuous.
Just then, a rental carriage happened to stop nearby to let off a passenger, and Aiden headed straight for it.
Meanwhile, from behind the signboard of a shop in the distance, Isabella, a guard from Rose Iron Prison, hid in relief, patting her chest.
Fortunately, the signboard had been perfectly placed between her and the warden, thereby preventing her from being noticed.
This was near her home, and she took a carriage from this spot to work every day.
Today, just like any other day, she went to work, only to witness a quite extraordinary sceneāthe warden and Deborah Awen, the woman who had repeatedly delivered flowers to the prison and who had been involved in the rumored affair with him, were coming out of the same hotel!
"At this moment, itās better to hold back and not spread this around recklessly..." Isabella thought to herself.
Then, time shifted back to the morning, at the Rose Iron Prison.
"Thatās exactly what happened!" Isabella said earnestly while staring into Veronicaās eyes, "Because itās such a serious matter, I hesitated but then decided to tell you first!"
Veronica blinked, stunned, and said, "You, you must have seen wrong, right?"
"Donāt avoid the reality, itās absolutely true! I saw it with my own two eyes, clear as day!" Isabella asserted confidently.
At that moment, a loud "clatter" of something falling to the floor came from behind Isabella. They both turned their gaze in that direction and saw Fille standing dumbfounded at the nearby bathroom doorway, with the mop she had been holding now dropped to the ground.
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"Aiden, with that woman, they got a hotel room?" Fille asked, her eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief, "How could he do such a thing?"
"What are you doing here?" Isabella looked at Fille with startled suspicion.
"She got punished for spreading rumors a few days ago and had to clean the toilets during her free time," Veronica explained, "I was watching her work outside, forgot to tell you."
"Big sis, why are you still so calm!?" Fille shouted at Veronica, "Your piece of meat was snatched away right from your mouth!"
"Will you keep it down!" Isabella glared at Fille, warning her.
If someone overheard and it got out, and then the warden found out she was the source of the news, she might be in serious trouble.
"Would you two calm down?" Veronica sighed, "There must be a reason for the boss doing this."
"What other reason could there be for a man and a woman to get a hotel room, if not driven by desire?" Fille suddenly interrupted.
"Shut up," Veronica glanced at Fille, "Even if thatās the case, itās the bossās choice, whatās there to criticize?"
"When did you become so open-minded?" Isabella said, astonished.
"Alright, letās not spread this matter around anymore; itāll only bring trouble," Veronica said as she grabbed Isabella by the shoulders and pushed her to leave, "Hurry back to the reception desk!"
Isabella left, puzzled, leaving only Fille, who looked at Veronica with a surprised expression, "Big sis, have you given up?"
"Go and clean the toilets properly!" Veronica said coldly, glancing at her.
"Iām serious! Have you undergone some kind of change in your attitude?" Fille persisted, "Come on, donāt deny it, the whole prison knows who you like!"
"Donāt talk nonsense, itās not that exaggerated!" Veronica rolled her eyes and then sighed deeply, "Iāve just come to realize some things. I should just do my job well, support him as much as I can. Some things canāt be forced, and I donāt have the right to bind his choices. If our hearts can connect, thatās the best outcome, but if not, even a good cry is enough."
"Big sis..." Fille gazed thoughtfully at Veronica for a while, "You really are open-minded."
"Enough, itās none of your business," Veronica made a shooing gesture.
"Iāve made up my mind, I support you! Even if someone else gets there first, itās okay as long as you win in the end," Fille suddenly put her arm around Veronicaās shoulder, "Let me tell you, full support should include physical comfort too, the body is always a shortcut to a heartfelt connection. I can teach you that part, as long as you satisfy one tiny condition of mineāow ow ow ow!!"
"Do you always think with the gutter mind of yours?" Veronica said coldly as she twisted Filleās wrist, "Go and clean the toilets properly!"