Chapter 2 Angelfalls
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The person outside said simply, "Master Falcon won't keep her around anyway, it doesn't matter if she's pure or not! Let's go!"
Auntie agreed after giving it a thought. Given Master Falcon's current state, he wouldn't even notice if the girl is impure. Giving Samantha a glare, she said to her, "Follow me!"
Samantha heaved a sigh of relief and quickly buttoned up her shirt. But then, the thought of finally meeting the legendary devil made her feel nervous.
She lowered her head and followed Auntie Lester out. After a walk of around ten minutes, Auntie Lester finally stopped and turned to her. "Go in by yourself," she said.
Samantha looked up and found herself in front of a large antique courtyard, built in a four-sided style. There were many flowering shrubs planted in it. Coincidentally, it was spring, and the ground was covered in snowy-white petals. The scenery was breathtaking.
"Is this... the place where that man lives?" She wondered.
Auntie Lester gave her a push and said indifferently, "Madam bought you in to chase away bad luck, so you shall serve Master Falcon well. Perhaps he will recover under your care."
After saying that, she glanced at the yard with fear and turned to leave in a hurry.
There was no one else around, and the yard was surprisingly quiet.
Samantha took a deep breath and entered the yard. All the doors were closed. She looked at the main chamber and carefully reached out to knock on the door.
There was no response.
She stared at the carved door for a moment, not willing to enter. Deciding to wait outside, she crouched down beside the door and stared at the flowers in the yard.
Apart from the sound of the gushing wind, the yard was filled with silence. Samantha didn't know how long she stayed there, but the sky was getting dark. She glanced at the quiet chamber, and a thought suddenly crept into her mind—Earlier, someone mentioned that Master Falcon was going to die, and now it was completely silent here. Could that man be... dead?
She was startled by her own thoughts. Plucking up her courage, she gingerly gave the door a push.
It was unlocked.
Samantha cautiously squinted through the c***k of the door. Upon confirming the room was empty, she entered.
The decorations were simple and somewhat bland, a bed with hanging curtains was placed at the center of the room.
Samantha stepped forward and gently lifted up the curtain.
She had prepared for the worst, expecting to see Henderson Falcon's dead body.
But there was none to be seen. Instead, she saw a body full of scars.
It was a man's back, so scrawny that the outline of his bones was visible to the eye. All sorts of scars ran the length of his back, and Samantha could only tell what had caused some of them.
Nevertheless, what puzzled her the most was that although the body was battered, it radiated pure dominance and virility through his broad shoulders, narrow waist, pale skin, and lean muscles.
Samantha immediately took two steps back. Her face flushed at the sight, and she covered her eyes with her hands. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." She explained herself.
The man on the bed calmly put on the clothes next to him. His piercing eyes swept across the girl's slender figure, and his low-pitched voice drawled, "Are you my bride?"
Still covering her eyes with her hands, she let out a cry. Her lips quivered as she answered, "Yes."
Henderson watched her and ordered, "Come here."
Dumbfounded, Samantha slowly lowered her hands and abruptly found herself gazing into a face so handsome that her breath almost stopped.
She had never seen such a good-looking person before in the entire 18 years of her life.
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