HappyNovelChapter 1338 By the Earlobe, It Is Red Alex couldn't help scrutinizing Victor-a subconscious reaction triggered by Raymond's instruction to investigate everyone close to him.
His gaze wandered casually across Victor's face. When Victor turned slightly, Alex quickly checked his right ear. Nothing there. He exhaled with relief.
Lately, being around Victor made him feel strangely uneasy. Victor had claimed he only smoked when under surgical pressure, yet here he was, cigarette in hand, handling it with practiced ease despite having no operations scheduled.
Victor seemed oblivious to Alex's scrutiny as he methodically finished his cigarette and flicked the butt into a nearby trash can.
"Alex, have you tried the melatonin I gave you?" Victor asked.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Not yet. I've been working on a screenplay and needed to stay alert. Sometimes inspiration strikes at night. But I'll start tonight-the script's finally finished." "Good. Remember to rest properly." Alex noted how Victor's gentleness differed from Christopher's-Christopher was like spring water, while Victor exuded a polished warmth.
Fatigue from screenplay writing was catching up with Alex, though he had plans to meet friends for drinks later. He kept himself busy deliberately, avoiding quiet moments that would make him think about Paul. Even now, seeing that black-and-white portrait made his chest tighten.
He gave Victor's shoulder a brief pat before striding away.
Victor remained still, watching Alex's retreating figure with a slightly raised eyebrow.
After a night of drinking, Alex returned to his villa. He eyed the bottle of melatonin on his nightstand and took out a pill. Just as he was about to swallow it, a memory flashed through his mind like lightning.
Years ago, Raymond had been under family pressure to marry. A group of them were discussing potential spouses in a private lounge.
Always the playboy, Alex had announced to everyone, "I had my fortune read once. This mole on the tip of my nose means I'm destined for romance but not marriage. My family won't pressureeither I'm fated to, just have fun with beautiful.women." The group had jeered. Raymond, still wrestling with William's demands to marry a stranger, had sat in the corner that night, mood terrible, engaging with no one.
Alex, reading the room, had turned his attention to another wealthy patron. "That mole on your finger-bad placement. It means money troubles. Be careful, your family fortune might collapse without warning." The lounge had buzzed with interest, everyone suddenly wanting Alex to read their moles.
Victor had been there too, unusually so, quietly sipping his drink, disinterested in such frivolity.
Someone had called out, "Alex, stop talking nonsense! Why don't you read Victor's mole? Look at that distinctive red one by his earlobe." Alex had dismissed them with a wave.
The memory was so trivial-one night among countless others at bars with friends, talking nonsense. When Raymond mentioned someone with a red mole on their earlobe, he hadn't connected it to this forgotten exchange.
Now it hit him with full force. He tensed completely.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe hadn't bothered to examine Victor's ear that night, assuming the comment was just a joke. But today, Victor's earlobe had been completely unmarked.
Had it been a joke after all?
Despite his carefree reputation, Alex was cautious at heart. He returned the pill to its bottle, his brow furrowing.
After deliberation, he took the bottle downstairs and handed it to a friend e who worked at another hospital, asking them to analyze its contents.
As he finished explaining his request, his expression darkened. He om desperately hoped his suspicions ETT were wrong. The truth he was beginning to glimpse was too terrifying.
He wasn't ready to accept it.
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