Maurice could no longer feel Felicia’s emotions. He froze. Caesar quickly noticed something was wrong and immediately took Maurice’s pulse, exclaiming in surprise, “Mr. Glovers, the venomous creature is gone!” But Maurice showed no sign of joy. Instead, he angrily pushed Caesar’s hand away and shouted, “Get out!”
Caesar, startled but accustomed to Maurice’s volatile nature, wisely retreated. Maurice stared at his hand; a faint loss of control flickered in his amber eyes. He didn’t understand why. Under the twin venomous creature’s influence, he had often sensed Felicia’s emotions—good or bad, happy or angry—finding it amusing at first. Gradually, he’d grown accustomed to it, even looking forward to it. Now, she had severed this connection without mercy, leaving him lost and inexplicably angry.
A murderous intent surged within him. He stormed toward Felicia’s guest room, his hand freezing mid-air just before he could knock. The night wind blew, his wounds aching slightly. As the redness faded from his eyes, rationality returned. He slapped himself, then turned and walked away. “Damn it,” he muttered. “I’m going crazy over a woman!” He attributed his madness to the twin venomous creature’s influence, believing he would soon “wake up” now that it was gone.
On his way back, the maids quickly stepped aside, bowing their heads. Only his trusted subordinates approached, reporting, “Mr. Glovers, Ms. Fuller plans to leave tomorrow. I’ve arranged the plane. Should we keep her?”
“Keep her? Let her go! The farther, the better!” He didn’t know where the anger came from. He snapped, “I hope I never have to see her again in this lifetime!” His subordinate, unsure whether this was genuine or a moment of intense emotion, dared not question him further, witnessing his explosive mood.
The following day was clear and sunny. A subordinate knocked on Felicia’s guest room door, receiving no answer. “Where is Ms. Fuller?” he asked. “She left before dawn,” the maid cleaning the courtyard replied, “leaving a message saying not to see her off, and that it was ‘goodbye, indefinitely.’” The subordinate, trembling, reported this to Maurice.
Maurice paused mid-air while feeding fish, saying nothing, maintaining an indifferent posture. It was merely that the fish bait had been overused; the fish would likely be stuffed to death today.
At the airport, Felicia disembarked and walked out, her departure surprisingly smooth. From leaving the Glovers estate to flying back to Khogend, she encountered no obstacles. She hailed a taxi. The driver glanced at her several times in the rearview mirror, seemingly scrutinizing her.