Chapter 259

Vespera was startled by the sudden movement, feeling as though she had been thrown to one side. As she swayed, she instinctively reached out, trying to find something to brace herself. Dominic grabbed her waist and pulled her toward him. She fell into his arms before she could regain her balance, her face pressing into his chest.

At first, she wanted to hold onto the armrest. But with his intervention, her palm landed on his thigh. Her entire body pitched forward, her chest pressing against him. As she panicked, her other hand gripped the side of his shirt. She could feel his breath on the top of her head, and his scent washed over her. Her breathing became erratic. Her soft chest, pressing against his, felt burning hot. Her heart screamed, as if she’d been thrown into a boiling pot. Despite the chaos inside, her expression remained composed.

When she realized one of her hands was near his crotch, her expression hardened. She tried to move her hand away slowly. Dominic lowered his head, his eyes narrowing. He didn’t say a word, but his gaze spoke volumes. It was as if he were questioning what her hand was doing, why she was taking advantage of him in broad daylight, and how bold she had become with each passing day.

Under his sharp scrutiny, Vespera wanted nothing more than to jump out of the car. After a brief moment, she tried to sit up discreetly. As she began to lift her chest away from his, his hands tightened around her waist, pulling her back onto him. His warm breath enveloped her, and he said, “Didn’t you say you don’t get carsick? Why do you look so dizzy? Would you like to lie down?”

She was speechless. After a moment, she collected herself and replied, “I’m fine, I’m okay now.”

After removing his hands from her waist and sitting up, she placed both hands on her lap, trying to remain calm as if nothing had happened. But her flushed face gave her away, looking as though she’d overdone the blush. The rest of them in the car remained silent, wishing they weren’t there, except Rebecca. She wished she had binoculars to watch them. Gerard acted as if he had seen nothing, and Calvert was proud of himself. Byron, on the other hand, wished he had never existed.

At that moment, Vespera shot Rebecca a death glare and then turned her gaze to Calvert, as if ready to rip his throat out. She silently vowed to kill them both.

Forty minutes later, the car arrived at a farmhouse at the foot of a mountain. They were greeted by the owner, the man Dominic had visited yesterday. They learned that this was Quentin’s uncle, Antonio Sinclair. “Please, come in,” Antonio said. His expression was heavier than it had been the day before, when he had been more at ease.

Dominic instructed Gerard and Calvert to stay outside the farmhouse and be on standby. Meanwhile, Rebecca told Byron not to come in at all. Dominic walked beside Antonio, while Vespera and Rebecca followed behind them. They entered the farmhouse and went up to the third floor. Antonio opened the door to a room in the middle of the hallway.

Upon entering, Vespera was surprised to see someone inside. It was a woman who looked like she was in her 60s, with white hair and a tall, bony figure. She wore a short-sleeved cotton shirt. Despite her skinny physique and soulless eyes, her facial features suggested she had been beautiful in her prime.

“And you are…?” Rebecca asked in shock. She was hesitant to confirm the woman’s identity, especially when the investigation she had conducted showed this woman should have been dead by now. The woman in the photo looked at least 20 years younger. “This is my sister, Chientin’s mother,” Antonio introduced.