Chapter 339

“Percival,” she called softly from outside.

The study door was slightly ajar. Odalys pushed it open and saw Percival emerging from the bathroom. He wore a loose robe, his hair slightly damp, and water droplets rolled down his forehead.

The dim study light, combined with moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, cast an ethereal glow on him. Odalys’s gaze followed the trail of water. Droplets traced his sharp jawline before disappearing beneath his robe. Her eyes lingered on his throat, watching the subtle movement of his Adam’s apple. It took her a moment to compose herself and look away.

“You wanted to know what happened to you in the previous timeline, right? Are you ready?” Odalys asked softly.

Percival dried his hair with the towel on the rack and tied his bathrobe. “I’ll go get changed,” he said quietly.

As he brushed past her, Odalys instinctively reached out and grabbed his arm. Her fingertips brushed against his warm skin; the heat felt intense. Flustered, she quickly released him.

“You don’t need to change. We need some fragrant incense before we access your consciousness,” Odalys said.

She glanced at the incense on the table, picked it up, and gestured for him to sit. Percival settled on the sofa, watching her prepare the incense, lighting it and placing it in a grapefruit rind. The fragrant smoke spiraled upward, filling the space between them.

“Give me your birthdate and time,” Odalys instructed.

He recited it calmly, and she quickly wrote it down on a piece of red paper. Holding the paper near the incense, she lit it. Through the rising smoke, her fingertips lightly tapped.

“Close your eyes and focus on my voice,” she said softly.

Before Percival could fully prepare, he felt a sudden pull, as though his thoughts were being yanked from him. He exclaimed involuntarily. Odalys grabbed his arm just as he disappeared into a dark abyss. Drawn by intense light, they moved through the darkness until familiar voices filled the air.

“Damn, how did she die?” Atlas rushed onto the balcony. Before they could make out their surroundings, a scream came from the woman’s head. Henry stood above, looking down at a figure lying on the floor below, blood steadily flowing. The woman’s hair was messy, and she clutched a newspaper tightly. Henry said, “Pathetic. Dying like this is too easy for her.”

“Mom,” Sophia cried. “Odalys is dead. What should we do? Should we inform the Stewart family? Maybe we can arrange a posthumous marriage?”

Hannala glanced at her with disdain. “She’s dead, so be it. This wretched…”

The voice trailed off. The Stewart family wouldn’t want her, even in death; just toss her out and let the dogs have her. She’s not even fit to pollute our courtyard. Odalys was slightly chilled, her hands clenching into fists. She didn’t expect that using Percival’s birthdate would bring her back to the moment of her death in her past life. Percival, equally shocked, stood beside her. His eyes were fixed on the body below. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

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“That is…” Percival asked. He seemed to have guessed what was going on, but refused to believe it.

“It’s me,” Odalys said quietly. Her eyes were fixed on the newspaper in her hand, reporting Selah’s death. Percival’s gaze fell on the body below and the paper. The words seemed to burn into his mind, vivid and unrelenting. As Odalys had said that afternoon, Selah died in Room 878, defiled by a group of men.

“Remember to throw her out and don’t let anyone see,” the Bennetts ordered. They drove away. Just as a servant was about to deal with the body, a figure stepped forward, blocking their path. “I’ll handle this.”

“But…” The servant began.

Caspian glared coldly. “I am the second son of the Bennett family. Are you questioning me?”

The servant hesitated and hurried back. Caspian stood there, looking at Odalys lying on the ground, covered in blood. He was silent for a moment, then took off his coat and tossed it over her.

“Someone paid a hefty price for a posthumous marriage. Mom also wants you to marry into the Stewart family as a substitute. Alive or dead, Odalys, you’re destined to be someone’s property. This is your fate,” Caspian said.

He picked up Odalys’s body and saw a call reminder on her phone. “She’s dead. I’m bringing her body over now,” Caspian said. He picked up Odalys’s body, strode away, and threw it into the trunk before driving off.

Odalys stared at Caspian’s car. She didn’t expect that after her death, they would sell her for a posthumous marriage. But it was impossible; if she was in a posthumous marriage, she wouldn’t be able to travel back in time. With that in mind, she and Percival followed him.

Watching Caspian’s car, as it was turning, an SUV sped towards them and slammed into Caspian’s car. Caspian’s car overturned. Faintly hearing Caspian’s scream, a figure stepped out of the other car. Odalys’s pupils shrank slightly as she saw Percival.

“It’s you! Why are you here? I don’t remember knowing you,” Odalys said nervously. She didn’t expect to see Percival here.

Percival stepped forward and opened Caspian’s trunk. A corpse rolled out. Seeing the corpse, he bent down, picked it up, and strolled away without looking back.

“Don’t take her away!” Caspian crawled out of the car, wounded. He wanted to chase Percival but fell to the ground again, coughing up blood. Helpless, he watched Percival disappear with Odalys.

Inside his car, Percival discarded Caspian’s coat and wrapped Odalys in a clean blanket.

“Mr. Stewart, you really want to save her? But there’s only one chance. I’m afraid you won’t be able to wait any longer,” Callum muttered from the driver’s seat, looking at Percival.

Percival sat in the car, looking out the window. “My grandfather once told me that my life was saved by someone else. A debt of life must be repaid by the Stewart family,” Percival said. Callum fell silent.

11:41 PM

Chapter 339

His car stopped at the foot of the mountain, unable to go any further. Percival carried Odalys’s body up the mountain alone. Just as they tried to follow, a loud bang rang out as something seemed to hurtle toward them. Odalys instinctively reached out to shield Percival, but both were thrown back with tremendous force.

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