Chapter 540

"Here," Percival reached over and felt inside the wardrobe, quickly finding a light blue rope belt and handing it to Odalys.

Odalys was a little surprised. Looking at the belt in his hand, she said incredulously, "How did you know this belt was here?"

"I organized the clothes," Percival replied.

Odalys took the belt and tied it around her slender waist, outlining its graceful curve. Her hands froze at her waist, and she looked up in disbelief, thinking she had heard wrong. She glanced at the clothes in the wardrobe, then back at Percival.

"You organized all my clothes?" Odalys asked in surprise. She had assumed that, after buying these clothes, the servants had helped her put them away.

"Last time you had your clothes made, they arrived early. I happened to have some free time, so I put them away," Percival said.

He opened the wardrobe door and said, "On the left are the winter coats, both long and short. In the middle are the autumn long-sleeved clothes and jackets. The skirts and trousers are on the right. Further down are the summer shorts. Here are the casual belts and accessories, and below are socks and other things you might need."

She heard him say, "things you might need," and Odalys reached out and opened the drawer. What caught her eye were neatly arranged sanitary products, including daytime pads, overnight pads, and panty liners. Her fingertips tingled as she quickly shut the drawer.

"I had the household manager send them over. If you don’t like them, just let Dorian know next time, and he’ll have something else sent over," Percival said.

She was surprised he’d even gone so far as to provide sanitary pads. All her clothes were arranged by him, not by anyone else. The entire wardrobe was filled with brand-new, custom-made clothes. She rarely wore them and, always being out and about, only picked out a few casual pieces. She knew nothing about the styles of clothes in the wardrobe, nor the sanitary pads inside.

"Thank you," Odalys said, quickly closing the closet door.

Percival turned and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He looked down at a cup on the table and the word "Wait" on it for a long time before turning to leave.

"How's Callum?" Odalys asked proactively.

After applying sunscreen, she sorted through the items in her canvas bag—talisman papers and magic dust, essential for drawing talismans.

"He's seriously injured," Percival said, "with a high fever and a hand injury that may have damaged tendons and bones. Orson has been looking after him, but the other bodyguards are also badly hurt."

There's no denying that his last-minute decision was the right one. If they had waited until dawn to contact the plane, it would have wasted too much time and might have cost those people their lives. They were still running a high fever and hadn't woken up yet.

"Last night, I used your blood to awaken Callum's memory. The dangerous scene in his memory should be fake, just a hallucination. Callum and the others shouldn't have been injured there. It's like when we were at the energy junction before—hallucinations. The hole he imagined didn't exist. It might be a real object."

"But these are all for Callum. Let's wait until he wakes up. We'll ask him then," Odalys said.

They walked out of the room side by side. Today, Odalys wore a blue floral dress and white sneakers, looking energetic and youthful. Percival looked young and casual in black suit pants and a light blue T-shirt. A closer look revealed their outfits resembled a couple's set.

They walked downstairs. Orson was munching on an apple, and when he heard footsteps, he quickly turned his head. Seeing them, he stood up abruptly, a piece of apple still in his mouth. "Odalys, are you and Percival wearing couple's outfits?!"

"No wonder Percival personally designed them last time. He chose all the clothes in your wardrobe himself! It turned out to be a couple's style!" Orson blurted out. Percival wanted to stop him, but Orson had already finished speaking.

Odalys was a little surprised. She hadn't expected Percival to pick out all the clothes himself; she just thought he'd taken the time to hang them up for her.

"It's not a couple's outfit!" Percival retorted quickly.

Orson, however, wasn't letting it go. He strode over, circled them, and said, "The style of your T-shirt is the custom-made style of the Stewart family. Odalys's clothes are also custom-made. Your clothes are all the same color. The Stewart family's clothes are never the same; each one is unique. If it's not a couple's outfit, what is it? The colors of your clothes must be from the same palette," Orson said with certainty.

Evander was exercising outside when he heard the sound and walked back quickly. Seeing their clothes, he couldn't stop smiling. "Odalys is awake?! I'll go see what Dorian has made for you today," Evander said, waving his hand smartly. Despite his age, he was agile and remarkably fit. He found Orson still in a daze. "Come in with me," Evander said, turning back. He put his arm around Orson's shoulder and dragged him into the kitchen, not letting him get a word in. Orson's apple almost tumbled from his grasp.

Odalys raised her eyebrows and watched Evander chuckle, usher Orson into the kitchen, and close the sliding door.

"Want to go for a walk?" Percival asked.

Odalys didn't refuse, and the two of them walked outside, side by side, which was rare. In the early morning, the courtyard of the Stewart Villa was lively. Servants quietly cleaned up fallen leaves and watered the flowers and plants.

"Morning, Mr. Stewart." "Morning, Mrs. Stewart."

They saw the couple walking toward the courtyard and hurriedly greeted them. The two walked side by side on the cobblestone path. Bougainvillea on both sides were in full bloom. Dewdrops dotted the petals, crystal clear under the sunlight. Not far away were roses and other flowers; further on, a lotus pond.

The Stewart Villa was bigger than Odalys had imagined. She had been busy and hadn't explored it. She took a walk with Percival, strolling along the path. Further ahead were willow trees, their branches swaying in the wind. She could vaguely see a structure in the distance. Light smoke rose around an artificial mountain, creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere. The courtyard, built in the traditional style, exuded a strong sense of ancient charm, symbolizing the Stewart family's status and prestige. Looking back, one could see the Stewart Villa standing tall, resembling a majestic palace.