Chapter 687 There Is a Secret
"Hey, by the way, who’s the dude that saved your life?" Phillipe asked, glancing over at the passenger seat.
Jacques chimed in, "Name’s Jacques. I’m Mr. Harris’ guy, here to keep Ms. Medici safe."
"Jacques," Phillipe echoed, "Man, I can’t thank you enough for putting your neck on the line for my fiancée today. You gotta come to our wedding."
Jacques just stayed quiet.
"I’ll make sure you get an invite," Phillipe added, but Abella nudged him, giving him a look that said, "Watch it."
"Thanks, Mr. Bourbon. I’ll be there. And hey, congrats to you and Ms. Medici. Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness."
"Thanks," Phillipe said, looking down at Abella in his arms.
Abella, used to his childish antics, ignored him and handed Jacques a bottle of medicine from her pocket. "Twice a day, stop after three days."
Jacques was a bit taken aback but grateful. His eyes dimmed again. "Thanks, Ms. Medici."
The rain and wind had been brutal earlier, and Abella’s hoodie was a bit damp. Phillipe pulled out a tissue to help her dry off and wrapped a blanket around her.
This blanket was his special thing, just for Abella.
"Lean on me and catch some Z’s. We’ve got a bit of a drive ahead." Phillipe offered himself as a pillow, letting Abella get comfy. "I’m sticking around Verdania for a few more days. Hit me up if you need anything."
"Okay," Abella mumbled, half-asleep.
"If there’s anywhere you wanna go or something you wanna eat, just say the word."
"Okay."
"Did you smack a lot of people earlier? Your hand sore? Lemme give you a massage," Phillipe said, rubbing her hand.
Jacques listened to their chat, feeling even more down.
His love life seemed to be a lost cause.
Half an hour later, the car pulled up to the manor. Phillipe got out and held an umbrella for Abella. "Get some rest. I’ll swing by tomorrow if I can."
"Okay."
Though he didn’t want to, Phillipe handed the umbrella to Abella.
Watching her and Jacques each take an umbrella and head into the manor, Phillipe hung around for a bit before getting back in the car and driving off.
Inside the manor, Caleb was chilling on the couch. When he saw Abella come in, he looked up gently. "Abella, Gabriel just brought Gregory and his crew here. He told me you’re dating Phillipe Bourbon? Phillipe came all the way from Libertya for you? And he helped you nab these guys?"
"Yeah." Abella didn’t expect Gabriel to beat them there.
Caleb motioned for Abella to sit and asked softly, "When did you two start dating? Why hasn’t your mom mentioned it?"
Abella answered honestly, "Right after I got back to the Medici family."
"So, the engagement isn’t with Lola anymore?"
"It’s with me."
Caleb nodded, getting the picture. "For Phillipe to accept you and come all this way to help, you guys must be pretty tight."
Jacques’ eyes dimmed a bit more. 'Tight? They’ve been flaunting their love all car ride.'
"Besides that, is he good to you when it’s just you two?" Caleb asked, looking up.
He’d heard some stuff about Phillipe and was worried that sweet, innocent Abella might get hurt.
"For real, does he treat you different from everyone else? Is he loyal? Can he keep it in his pants? Does he take care of you day-to-day? Is he willing to change for you? Can he read your moods and give you the support you need?"
"He does all that," Abella said confidently, catching Caleb off guard.
She continued, "He’s not just about the feelings; he’s got my back in my career, looks out for me in every little thing, puts me first, always tries his best, doesn’t want to let me down, and makes me feel safe. No matter what’s going on, he wants to be there for me."
Caleb was surprised to hear Abella speak so highly of Phillipe. It seemed like they were really in love.
He smiled. "This is the first time I’ve heard you talk someone up like this. Sounds like he’s doing great. I’m relieved. When this is all over, bring him home. I need to thank him properly for today."
"And please, Uncle Caleb, reward Jacques. He got hurt protecting me." Jacques, standing nearby, was touched that Abella mentioned him.
"You got hurt?" Caleb looked at Jacques. No wonder he noticed Jacques’ pale lips and tired look.
"It’s nothing serious, Mr. Harris. Ms. Medici already gave me some meds, and Mr. Bourbon helped me apply them."
"Go rest first."
"Mr. Harris, we haven’t finished questioning Gregory."
"No rush, keep him locked up."
Caleb wanted Gregory to sweat it out for a bit.
"You go rest. I’ve got more to talk about with Abella."
Seeing Caleb had made up his mind, Jacques said, "Then I’ll take my leave."
After Jacques left, Caleb had Abella drink a cup of hot tea before they headed to the basement to see Gregory.
When Gregory saw them, he started struggling. "Mr. Harris, please spare my family. I’ll tell you everything I know!"
Someone brought a chair for Caleb. After sitting down, he asked with no expression, "Do you remember, a few years ago, in weather like this, you came with me on a business trip to Jatara Peak for negotiations and we got ambushed? You almost died saving me. Was that real, or were you just trying to gain my trust?"
Gregory cried, ashamed. "Back then, I really wanted to gain your trust."
"So, every time you saved me, every time you did something for me, it was all to set me up for a final blow?"
"I was just following orders. Mr. Caleb Harris, I admit, Charlotte and Margot, and those four maids were all set up by me to kill Mr. David Harris and you. It was Alexis Gomez, the leader of the Wolf Clique, who ordered me."
Caleb stayed silent, making it hard to read his thoughts.
"Mr. Harris, I know a secret worth trading for my family’s lives. It’s something you definitely want to know! It’s about Mrs. Harris."
Hearing it was about his wife, Caleb’s eyes immediately lifted.
"Mr. Harris, if you spare us, I’ll tell you everything I know, including where Mrs. Harris is!"
Caleb’s emotions were all over the place. 'Could it be that my wife isn’t dead and is still alive? How could that be?'
"You better spill, or I’ll choke you out for Mr. Harris," one of the subordinates said, grabbing Gregory’s neck. Gregory, tied up, was almost out of breath.
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