Chapter 137: Postpone (3)
Despite Jonathan’s talk of shooting up someone else’s house, he’s still my kind, gentle brother – just as I remember him. The same caring, sweet little brother from my memories.
Just as I started to feel reassured, a slight uneasiness suddenly crept in.
What would happen if I revealed my true identity to him? To explain why that king was targeting me and what he wanted, I’d have to confess that I’m a 21st century person occupying Jane Osmond’s body, and that his real sister had disappeared.
With my mind tangled in these complex thoughts, I mechanically followed the butler’s lead. I was so lost in thought that I wouldn’t have noticed if we’d veered off course. Now I deeply understood Liam’s feelings from last year.
When I finally lifted my head, I found myself right in front of Lucita’s reception room. The door was slightly ajar, with the warm glow of the fireplace flickering through the gap. The butler spoke up.
“Master, your guest has arrived.”
Lucita was lounging on the sofa, savoring a glass of whiskey. I could see expensive Louis XIV-style furniture, on which she had propped up her feet. An air of ennui hung heavily about her.
Only when our eyes met did Lucita break into a bright smile. She sprang up from her seat and exclaimed:
“Miss Jane!”