Chapter 307
Amelia let a hint of smugness show on her face. Right now, her ability was proving to be unbelievably powerful. She could communicate seamlessly and completely under the radar, without anyone noticing a thing.
Landon noticed something was off at their table and sent a message: [Amy, what’s wrong?]
“Oh, it’s nothing! I’m good with anything for dinner,” Amelia replied, deliberately making her voice sound extra sweet as she batted her lashes at Night Owl.
Night Owl immediately realized she was actually talking to Landon. So, she played along and asked, “We’ve been out for a few days now, and you’ve seen all the sights you wanted. Are we heading back today?”
“Nooo, I want to have fun for a few more days!” Amelia whined.
Landon got the message loud and clear. They had just arrived today and were already rushing to see him, and now she wanted to stay even longer.
But this place isn’t any fun at all!
‘Honey is being willful again,’ Landon thought, ‘Good thing Night Owl came along. She’ll definitely talk her into going back.’
“Fine, fine. Spoiling you as always,” Night Owl said with indulgent fondness.
‘What?’ Landon was confused. ‘Night Owl, where’s your self-control?’ he thought.
“Honey, you’re the best!” Amelia cooed sweetly.
Her voice was so soft and charming that Landon’s heart trembled, turning to mush inside him. Luckily, there was a lush patch of greenery between them, so he couldn’t see her face. Otherwise, he might’ve totally lost his cool! He missed Amelia so much during all those days and nights they were apart. But this was Monroe’s turf, and he was under surveillance everywhere he went. Even though Amelia and Night Owl were well-disguised, he still couldn’t help but worry that something might go wrong. If Monroe ever found out that Amelia had followed him here, he would absolutely kill her.
[Amy! You can’t stay here. Go back to Norava!] Landon sent a stern warning.
At that, Amelia’s hand tightened nervously, her fingers trembling around the fruit fork. Trying to play it cool, she said sweetly, “Honey, this fruit salad is really good. Want a bite?”
Night Owl chimed in, teasing, “You really are such a foodie!”
“Good food and great views–that’s what life is all about! Let’s find a new spot tomorrow and keep the feast going,” Amelia grinned.
“Sure, anything for you. You’re so slim, eat as much as you want–no way you’ll get fat. And even if you did, I’d still adore you,” Night Owl replied dotingly.
What they were saying was that they’d make sure to keep a low profile and not get caught. And even if they did, Night Owl could just use her hypnosis to take care of everything.
Landon really couldn’t do anything about these two. Since he couldn’t get them to leave, he’d just have to make do.
[Amy, Monica got hit with a love spell–she’s totally obsessed with the butler Paul now, thinks he’s her husband, and won’t let him go. I’m not in any danger at the moment. [Monroe is trying to find a way to break the spell, so I’m taking this chance to dig into the Mystic Sect. Just don’t show up around me too often, or people will start getting suspicious,] Landon messaged Amelia.
She then passed it on to Night Owl.
Night Owl was floored. ‘A love spell? Seriously? In this day and age, people are still messing around with that kind of mind-control voodoo?’
Amelia couldn’t help but sigh to herself, ‘Good thing Landon’s amnesia is just an act. If it were real, Monica really could’ve turned him into her puppet. That was way too close–phew!’
‘If only my husband could just leave with us today!’ Amelia thought, her heart aching with longing. She shot a glance at the blatant watchers scattered around the café, instantly regretting she hadn’t brought a few more tough fighters along.
‘Can we pull this off with just Night Owl’s hypnosis?’ she worried.
[Amy, I can’t leave right now. As long as the Mystic Sect still exists, we’ll never truly be safe,] Landon’s tone was unwavering.
‘Once Monica snaps out of the love spell, she’s going to come after us with even more crazed vengeance. ‘The Mystic Sect has to be destroyed–there’s no other way,’ Amelia determined.
She bit her lip in silence. ‘Heavens, I just want a normal, happy life–why does it have to be so hard?’ she thought, her heart full of frustration.
[Amy, don’t be upset. We’ll get through this, no matter what comes our way,] Landon reassured her.
With Landon’s resolve so firm and the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, what else could Amelia say? She took a deep breath, speared a piece of ham-wrapped melon with her fork, and started chewing with gusto. “Honey, listen–can you hear how crunchy it is?”
Crunch, crunch-
The crisp melon crunched loudly as she bit into it, the juice bursting out with every bite.
Landon couldn’t help but smile. ‘She’s practically treating that melon like it’s the bones of her enemies!’ he thought.
“Sir, it’s time. We should head back now,” one of the Montgomery family bodyguards reminded Landon.
Hearing that, Amelia felt a pang in her heart.
But under the table, Night Owl pressed her foot down on her, a silent warning to stay cool. Landon glanced at his watch, downed the last sip of his coffee, and stood up to leave. Amelia gazed longingly at his back, watching until Landon vanished into the crowd. Only then did she finally look away, her heart aching with disappointment. After all that trouble just to see him, she still felt like she barely got to say anything at all!
“You’re seriously awesome,” Night Owl sighed, a hint of envy in her tone. With this mind-link, as long as she was in the same room as Landon, they could pass messages back and forth without anyone noticing.
“Once we get to the bottom of what the Mystic Sect wants, all of this can finally end,” Night Owl said, trying to comfort her.
But Amelia just stayed quiet, her mood heavy. The Mystic Sect had grown out of the Kington Gang, but it was even more mysterious and powerful than the gang itself. They never cared about the country or its people. Just looking at how rotten Monica and her father were, there was no way the Mystic Sect should be allowed to keep growing. This was supposed to be a Dreiceanian problem, but because Monica went crazy for Landon, they all got dragged into the mess.
‘Alas, having such a handsome husband is really more trouble than it’s worth,’ Amelia thought. ‘If only he were as unattractive as Kayla–then no one would be throwing themselves at him!’
“Next time, I’ll help you give him a scar across his face. That way, he won’t attract any more admirers,” Night Owl said with a mischievous smile.
“How did you know what I was thinking?” Amelia looked embarrassed.
“Because it’s written all over your face,” Night Owl replied with a grin.
Amelia touched her face, her eyes wide with shock. “Do I really wear my emotions that openly? Did I give anything away just now?”
“Nope,” Night Owl said with a laugh. “You’re usually pretty good at hiding it. It’s just when you’re jealous that it’s written all over your face.”
“Uh…” Amelia blushed. She felt so embarrassed. “I–I’m not jealous…”
“It just smells a little sour in here,” Night Owl teased.
This left Amelia speechless. Soft music drifted through the café as the “fake couple” put on a show of affection, going through the motions of a romantic coffee just like any real lovers would.
As soon as they got back in the car, Amelia immediately told Kayla, “Kayla, I saw Landon…”
“How is he?” Kayla asked, sounding anxious.
“He’s fine…” Amelia assured her.
She finally felt relieved after hearing her brother was alright. Amelia recounted the whole encounter, then reminded Kayla to look into the love spell thing.
‘That thing has completely hijacked Monica’s love life–honestly, I hope she never gets rid of it for the rest of her life!’ Amelia thought.
“Love spell?” Kayla frowned, glancing over at Aiden.
Aiden, still sulking over Night Owl ghosting him, couldn’t help messing with the roses in the vase, picking at them absentmindedly. He’d shredded the once-lovely bouquet, leaving petals scattered all over the floor.
“Quit it,” Kayla said with a look of annoyance, tugging at Aiden’s sleeve. “Hey, Aiden, do you know anything about that stuff?”
“You mean, like, from TV? Or some novel?” Aiden mumbled absentmindedly, clearly not listening.
‘Night Owl, where did you run off to? Are you doing okay? Did you remember to take your meds?’ he fretted silently, his thoughts drifting far away.
Seeing him like this, Kayla grabbed his shoulders and gave him a good shake. “No, I’m talking about real life! The Mystic Sect actually made a love spell, and now Monica is practically glued to her butler every single day–she just can’t keep her hands off him!”
Aiden finally snapped out of it, his jaw dropping in utter shock.
‘Paul’s already fifty, and he has been a lonely old bachelor ever since his wife and kids ditched him years ago! ‘He and Monica together? What an unimaginable picture!’ At the thought of this, Aiden felt a turn in his stomach.
“I have no idea…” Aiden stammered.
“Then let’s ask Joanna about it,” Kayla suggested.
With that, Kayla didn’t hesitate–she made a beeline for Maisie, but ended up bumping right into Daniel instead.
“Daniel…” Kayla called out.
“Can’t talk, I’m busy!” Daniel blurted, cutting her off. He dashed off in a hurry, with Maisie chasing right after him. The siblings tore through like a tornado, leaving Kayla no chance to get a word in.