Chapter 392: Maybe Not
After hastily finalizing the “Rescue Igor from Happiness (Top Secret)” plan, everyone left Ashe’s room.
But just as Annan pushed open the door, she happened to see Igor’s blond hair disappearing around the corner of the hallway.
Ashe exclaimed, “Igor isn’t working overtime tonight?”
“He’s about to become Belldate’s son-in-law, why would he still need to work?” Annan whispered, gesturing for them to follow: “Our chance has come.”
They followed him all the way to the second-floor atrium. Because the manor was located on the city on the second level, there was nothing obstructing the view. The night sky was bright with twinkling Stars, the veil of soft yellow lighting several meters thick, makeup overlapping, rouge heavy, turning the pretentious gardening into a romantic backdrop.
The garden maze provided perfect cover. Halfway through, they heard Igor’s voice: “Sorry, have you been waiting long?”
“No.” Anfel’s cheerful voice carried an irrepressible smile.
“Hmm?”
“No, it’s just that my sister kept telling me you’re a mental sorcerer with plenty of romantic experience, and I should be careful with you. But you’re much more nervous than I imagined.”