Chapter 764 Yes, I love him!

“Miss, shall we go now?” Reuben asked, increasingly perplexed by his mistress's actions. The couple outside waited impatiently, while she remained calm.

Olive nodded. “Yes, let’s go.”

“But the madam…” Reuben began, glancing at Anabelle and Marcus.

“Oh,” Olive said, as if suddenly remembering, “Reuben, are you feeling sorry for your master? It’s simple. Let’s vent on behalf of Uncle Augustine. We’ll find someone to tie up Uncle Marcus and then beat him up.”

Reuben looked at Olive questioningly.

Olive raised her red lips. “Yes, I do.”

Reuben met her clear gaze, filled with unwavering conviction. He hardened his resolve, disregarding the consequences of assaulting Marcus. He would follow his mistress into the darkness. “Okay. I’ll listen to you,” he decided.

Olive smiled. “Reuben, let’s go back. It seems the fake girl next to Mr. Augustine is celebrating her 20th birthday soon. We can celebrate it by returning to Greenland.”

Reuben felt a jolt. Their business here was concluded; they were going to Greenland. Her focus was clearly on the young master and Naomi, the fake girl. He silently prayed for young master Elvis. God, please help him!

On the way, Anabelle pushed Marcus away after he hugged her. She’d spent the night tossing and turning after leaving Alpha’s, waking up dizzy. Marcus had called, summoning her. She’d rushed down, forgetting her phone. He'd embraced her without a word.

“Marcus, don’t,” she pleaded. “As a child, I appreciated your kindness, and later, Alpha and I involved you. I’m sorry, but I’ve said it before: I have no feelings for you.”

Marcus, long in love with Anabelle, admitted he wouldn't let go easily. “Anabelle, I heard you and Alpha returned to Imperial and the Augustine family’s old house. Did you get back together? Don’t forget he killed your baby—his own son!”

Anabelle’s heart ached. Nothing had happened between her and Marcus; it was all an act. That year, after Bounty spoke to her, realizing Alpha's heart attack and the Augustine family's suffering stemmed from her actions, she’d planned to leave. But Alpha held her captive. So, she'd brought Marcus to the Red Velvet room, intending for Alpha to catch them. Unexpectedly, she was pregnant again—with Alpha’s child. Then, in a moment of disorientation, he'd slept with Lily while drunk, resulting in her pregnancy. It was their lowest point.

“You can’t blame him entirely,” Anabelle said roughly. Marcus seized her shoulder, shaking her. “Anabelle, even now you defend him? He cheated on Lily, treated you this way…”

“Enough, Marcus!” Anabelle interrupted, her cold eyes fixed on him. “You have no right to judge us. It’s none of your business!”

Marcus’ pupils narrowed. She shielded Alpha, and no one could fault him, not even slightly. She kept everyone at arm's length, except Alpha. Bewildered, he exclaimed, “Anabelle, do you love him? You love him!”

Anabelle lowered her eyelids. After a long pause, she whispered, “Yes, I love him. I never stopped loving him, not for a second.”

Marcus froze, his hands falling away from her shoulders, powerless.

Olive and Anabelle flew back to Greenland. At the airport, Olive grabbed Anabelle’s hand. “Aunt Anabelle, look! It’s Uncle Augustine!”

Anabelle saw Alpha emerging from a luxury car. He was returning to Greenland today, dressed in a gray shirt and black pants, his demeanor aloof. Reuben followed respectfully.

“Aunt Anabelle, look! There’s a beautiful girl with Uncle Augustine. Who is she?” Olive asked, innocently confused.

Anabelle saw the young woman, who appeared to be around twenty. Strikingly, her face bore a resemblance to Anabelle’s younger self—a ghost of the nineteen-year-old Anabelle who’d married Alpha. The girl, in a long white dress, walked beside Alpha, smiling gracefully as she spoke. Alpha remained impassive. Her eyes shone with admiration.

Anabelle was stunned. Alpha already had a new woman, one who looked remarkably like her.

“Aunt Anabelle, who is she? How can Uncle Augustine be with such a beautiful lady?” Olive asked.

Anabelle didn’t reply. Her hands were ice-cold. “Olive, let’s go.”

“Aunt Anabelle, Uncle Augustine’s flying back to Greenland. Let’s get a ride! His private jet is free!”

Anabelle desperately wanted to avoid Alpha, to stay with Olive, but it was too late. Olive waved, shouting, “Uncle Augustine, what a coincidence! We’re here!”

Alpha turned, his narrowed eyes finally settling on Anabelle.