Chapter 539

Percival stood, retrieved his mobile phone, and made a call. After a while, he turned, walked to Odalys, and sat down. He reached out to support her, letting her lean comfortably on his lap. He looked down at her sleeping face, his fingertips tracing her profile.

"I don't know what I've done to deserve to be with you," Percival whispered, his voice carrying a hint of unfamiliar emotion. He rarely showed emotion; everyone was used to his coldness and indifference. They didn't know that his usually stoic heart had already fallen for Odalys.

Percival lowered his head, his handsome face close to hers. "Odalys," he murmured, his voice hoarse. His tone, like a call to a long-loved lover, was filled with unspoken joy and love, emotions he suppressed.

Odalys, tired, shifted comfortably on his lap. Her face itched; she hummed unconsciously. "Hmm," she mumbled, her face instinctively moving closer, their faces pressing together. Her delicate pink lips brushed his cheek, then pressed lightly against his.

Percival's mind went blank. He froze, his lips parting in shock as he stared down at her. Her proximity sent his heart racing, as if it would burst from his chest. His body stiffened; he felt like a teenager experiencing first love. His breathing grew ragged, his body warmed as his breath fanned across her face. He listened to her heart beating against his leg.

His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer as if she might fly away. "My heart belongs to you, Odalys," he whispered. As if once wasn't enough, he gazed at her face, infatuation in his eyes. "Odalys, I like you."

"Odalys, I seem to have fallen for you. What should I do?" he murmured, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. He was in a dangerous situation. Liking Odalys meant dragging her into the abyss. He kept his distance, fighting the urge to get close, allowing himself only stolen glances when the longing became unbearable. He didn't know how to manage this suppressed emotion.

Odalys slept soundly, vaguely hearing Percival's voice beside her, constantly repeating that he liked her. His magnetic voice was as tempting as a siren song. Her heart pounded. Her long eyelashes fluttered; her pink lips were pursed. She wanted to wake but was too tired, trapped in a dreamlike state, listening to his confession.

Time passed. That night, Percival didn't sleep. His dark eyes were filled with the image of Odalys.

When Odalys awoke, her mind was blank, dazed. The events of the previous night flashed through her mind. She tried to sit up but lost her balance, almost falling out of bed. She looked around the familiar bedroom, confused. "This is the Stewart Villa? How did I get back?"

She hastily lifted the quilt and found a man's suit jacket on her. As she struggled to get up, the jacket slipped to the floor.

Chapter 539 (Continued)

Hearing her voice, people rushed in. "Mrs. Stewart, you're awake!" Dorian said cheerfully from beside the bed. Seeing her struggle, he helped her carefully.

Still dazed, Odalys asked, "Why am I here? I remember going to look for Callum with Percival last night."

Seeing her disoriented look, Dorian laughed. "You must be tired after last night. You and Percival went to find Callum, who was seriously injured. Percival was worried the injury would worsen, so he contacted the Stewart family's army. They sent helicopters to pick up Callum and his bodyguards overnight," Dorian explained. "Percival must have seen how soundly you were sleeping and didn't want to wake you. He carried you off the plane and back to your room, leaving only after you fell asleep."

Odalys was surprised by her deep sleep. She was usually alert. She couldn't believe she'd had no reaction to Percival carrying her, feeling safe and wanting to sleep more. "Something's not right. How could I be so dependent on Percival?" Her face flushed.

"Are you hungry? I'll make you some breakfast," Dorian said, observing her with loving eyes. He was overjoyed at the sight of Percival carrying her off the plane. He'd practically raised Percival and treated him like a son. His fondness for Odalys was no less than for Percival. Seeing them together, he longed for their marriage.

"Thank you," Odalys said.

Dorian hurried out, gently closing the door. He nearly collided with Percival, who approached, looking puzzled by Dorian's flustered state.

"Dorian, what happened?" Percival asked.

Dorian smiled, glancing toward Odalys's room. "Odalys is awake. I'm getting her breakfast. She seems to be thinking about you; she seems a little distracted."

Percival was silent. He doubted it. Who wouldn't be disoriented after a deep sleep? Would she be thinking of him simply because she was disoriented? But he didn't mind if she was. He coughed unnaturally. "Ahem, alright, I got it."

Dorian left, leaving Percival alone outside the door. He knocked. Odalys, having showered and dressed in a rarely worn white floral dress, was looking for her belt.

"Come in," she said softly.

7:01 AM

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Percival opened the door and saw her standing before the wardrobe in a blue and white dress, searching for something. He strode over and stood beside her.