Chapter 1009 Brandon, Stop
"You gotta listen to your mom and dad, be a well-behaved kid, and study hard," Thessaly said softly, patting his back. "Sam, if you and Lucy miss me, you can always call or video chat."
"But I called you a bunch of times today, and no one answered."
Thessaly paused for a moment before replying, "My phone was charging, I didn't notice."
Sam hugged her tightly, wrapping his arms around her neck. "Thessaly, next time you see my missed call, you gotta call me back right away."
"Of course, Sam."
Brandon stood nearby, and Thessaly deliberately shifted her position.
Taking advantage of the moment, Thessaly kept one hand on Sam's back while the other slowly moved down.
Her hand quickly slipped into Sam's pocket.
Then, she gave a slight tug.
Sam felt the pull.
He looked at her, puzzled, about to speak, but Thessaly had already stood up.
"Alright," she waved, "Bye, Sam."
Lucy raised her arms, "I want a hug too!"
"Okay, okay, Lucy, be good."
It seemed like a warm and cozy scene.
Sam didn't say anything, just stood there, glanced at Thessaly, and then ran back to Kelvin.
He even took Kelvin's hand.
Kelvin raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Five minutes later, the car slowly drove out of the Walker Mansion.
Sam climbed up to look out the window, seeing Brandon and Thessaly still standing at the villa's entrance, their figures growing smaller until they disappeared.
Only then did Sam reach into his pocket.
He felt around and had a pretty good idea of what was inside.
Because before... Kelvin had given him an identical device when dealing with Isabella!
A bug!
"Kelvin," Penelope asked, "Do you think Thessaly might be dealing with something she can't handle?"
"Really?"
Penelope looked at him curiously, "You're so perceptive, always spot-on with people, you didn't notice?"
Kelvin replied indifferently, "Why would I spend time observing Brandon and Thessaly? What does it have to do with me?"
"You're so cold."
Kelvin raised his hand to ruffle her hair, "Don't overthink it, nothing's going to happen."
Penelope muttered, "Alright, alright."
Sam glanced at Penelope sitting in the front passenger seat.
Finally, Sam quietly put the listening device back in his pocket.
If there's trouble, reach out to Kelvin. If Kelvin can handle it, he will. Don't alarm Mom.
Girls should be happy and carefree, not burdened with these things!
Watching the car disappear, Thessaly felt a mix of emotions.
Maybe she would soon leave the Walker Mansion.
Or maybe... she would stay there forever.
She had always carried the listening device with her; even when Brandon made her strip completely, she had hidden it well.
Hidden... in her mouth.
Thessaly had kept it there!
Because the listening device was too important, the only evidence, she had to get it to Kelvin!
And if Brandon discovered the device, he would realize she never intended to submit to him, and he might...
He might use even more brutal methods against her!
Earlier, Thessaly and Kelvin had no chance to get close. They always kept their distance, with Brandon constantly watching. She couldn't hand it over to him directly.
Thinking it over, Thessaly used the pretext of a "hug" to slip the listening device into Sam's pocket.
Sam, though young, was smart and quick-witted! He wouldn't let her down!
She pinned all her hopes on Sam!
"Are you satisfied with my performance?" Thessaly turned to Brandon, "Can you trust me now?"
"What did you do that would make me trust you?"
"Brandon, people who are overly suspicious never live happily."
"Not getting what you want is the real unhappiness."
Thessaly asked, "You haven't given up on Penelope? Aren't you about to marry me?"
Brandon raised his hand to lift her chin, "I love Penelope deeply, but I'll marry you. These two things don't conflict. As long as you genuinely stand by my side and become mine."
"What does it mean to become yours?" Thessaly looked at him, "You don't touch me, you don't believe I'll submit to you, what am I supposed to do? Brandon, you have to show me the way, so I can prove my loyalty."
She sighed, "Being confined in the Walker Mansion these days, I've carefully inquired about Isabella. I suddenly feel she's quite pitiful."
"Pitiful?" Brandon asked, "Do you know how many cruel things she's done?"
"I mean, in love, in front of you, Isabella is really pitiful. She loves you, but can't have you; you never touch her, claiming to save it for the wedding night. She must feel she can't grasp you, lacking the sense that you truly belong to her, which led to her gradual madness."
Thessaly thought she understood Isabella best.
Because... she almost became Isabella, loving Brandon to the point of losing herself, becoming irrational and insane.
Unfortunately, she and Isabella were still different.
Different in the happy childhood they shared.
Different in the legitimate fiancée status.
Isabella had received too much, fell too deep, unable to extricate herself, while Thessaly got nothing, clearly knowing what Brandon gave her wasn't truly hers.
Thessaly closed her eyes.
In those few seconds, she decided to ask Brandon once more.
"Brandon, stop this." Thessaly opened her eyes, looking at him, "It's not too late, the big mistake hasn't been made yet, you can still be forgiven. Don't push things to the extreme, don't walk into a dead end."
"I don't need you to teach me!"
Brandon shook her off and strode into the villa.
Thessaly took a deep breath and followed him inside.
"Ms. Winterbourne..." the butler asked, "Would you like something to eat? The kitchen has everything prepared."
"Sure."
Seeing her agree so readily, the butler was unable to comprehend the situation immediately.
"Just something simple," Thessaly said, "I'm really hungry, I can't starve myself."
The listening device had been handed over; her task was complete.
She didn't know what Kelvin would do next, or how Brandon would react once he found out... she didn't care anymore.
Even if it meant death, Thessaly thought, she would die with a full stomach!
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