Get you in my arms

Chapter 111 The Honeymoon Nightmare (Part Four)

Following Ken closely, Lucas also entered the office, with the hand of Sophia.

There was the sound of dog barking in the forest, and then a man's roar.

"No, no, no! Don't bite me. It's me. You don't know me anymore."

The two people ran to the door, only to see Mr. Jack.

Lucas was at a loss whether to cry or to laugh. "Why are you here?"

"It's Halloween. I was just kidding." Mr. Jack shrugged his shoulders and said, "you are all too nervous. You even put the gun on you."

"Are you kidding? I almost died yesterday!" As she finished, she gave him a stern look. His expression was frightening.

"Yesterday?" Mr. Jack was shocked, "I just arrived this morning."

"You didn't dress like a woman walking around the hillside over and over. You ran into the woods to scare me and hit me with huge rocks?" With arms akimbo, Sophia stared at him unhappily.

"I'm not that stupid. I really didn't get here until today." Mr. Jack waved his hand, thinking that if anyone came up with such an idea, he would be the king of playing tricks.

Lucas invited everyone back to the villa.

The maid had prepared desserts for them, and the three of them sat in the garden and enjoyed their afternoon tea.

The sunlight filtered down some of the branches, bringing thick warm air. The rich fragrance of the flowers came in the dark with the wind, spreading in the pure air.

Sophia cleared up her messy thoughts and calmly smelled the fragrance and charming scenery.

"Why are you here?" Lucas had a sip of green tea and asked.

"My father forced me to come here and talk business with you. Last night, you said on Weibo that you would leave for France later. So I came here to see you. And by the way, I want to learn business from you." Mr. Jack smiled, picked up a piece of pine cake and put it into his mouth. Then he leaned towards Sophia, "tell me again about what happened to you yesterday." His face was full of curiosity.

Sophia exhaled and told him everything that happened yesterday.

"What does that woman look like?" Mr. Jack rubbed his chin and put on a serious look.

"I couldn't see her face clearly, but I remember the clothes she was wearing. It was odd. I wanted to take a photo of her that night, but she disappeared in a flash." "How do you know?".

Mr. Jack was silent for a while and asked the maid to bring a pen and paper. "Tell me. I will draw it for you."

"Do you know how to make it?" Sophia smiled.

"He is professional." Lucas patted Mr. Jack on the shoulder. Mr. Jack had a dream of becoming a painter, but as the only son of his family, he had to go with his father to learn business.

Then Mr. Jack turned the paper over as Sophia continued with the description, "is it true?"

Sophia looked at the bag and nodded slightly.

Mr. Jack stared at the painting for a long time. Suddenly, he was shocked. He handed the painting to Lucas and said, "look! Is this dress the one that Joyce wore when she was dead?"

There was a slight shudder on Lucas's face. He stared at the paper, a muscle shivering on his face, but his expression remained calm.

"You have to be careful. It seems that there is someone who doesn't want you to have a wonderful honeymoon!" There was a hint of worry in his voice.

Sophia didn't understand what they were talking about, but when she heard something about death, she got goose bumps.

"Who is Joyce?"

"Let bygones be bygones." It seemed that he didn't want her to go on.

"If I were killed, I would have been a fool." She rolled her eyes at him. She was a woman in a wheelchair a few days ago, and now Joyce. How many secrets did this husband have in the past? "I really don't understand you." She looked down, her face extremely gloomy.

"Sophia!" Lucas sighed. He didn't tell her because he was worried that she would overthink.

"Never mind. It's not a secret. Tell Sophia." Mr. Jack took a sip of tea to moisten his throat. Then he leaned his body to Sophia and said, "we learned that in middle school." "Your husband is a big shot in the school. Almost all the girls in the school have a crush on him. And Joyce is one of them. He was dating with Cindy then. "

When Sophia heard this, she took a sip of tea and choked. She winked at Lucas cunningly and said, "no wonder Cindy is your first love."

Casting a stern glance at her, he was aware that Sophia was messing around on purpose. He had explained clearly about Cindy's matter. He and Cindy were just using each other. Cindy used him to

cover her sexual orientation, and this way, he could get rid of a lot of annoying followers. Then he could be quiet.

Joyce hated coral to the core Mr. Jack continued, "Joyce once organized a mountain climbing activity. She fiddled with coral's climbing tools which almost made Cindy fall to the cliff and die. Later we decided to punish her and drive her out of the school. But she took things too hard and jumped off the teaching building. That night she wore the same dress. She also said that she would become a ghost to stay with Lucas. If she couldn't get him, no one else could. "

"Honey, how did you do that? These women were driven crazy because of you. I don't understand."

"While the priest climbs a foot, the devil climbs ten. No matter how strong I am, I'm trapped by you, my little devil." said Lucas, flicking her forehead. Sophia stuck out her tongue complacently. After eating a small biscuit, she turned to Mr. Jack and asked, "is Joyce dead?"

"Jump from the 16th floor. Are you sure?" Mr. Jack shrugged.

"Since he died, who did I see? It can't be a ghost, right?" She pouted and thought that there was no ghost in the world. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"Let's see who is gonna die." With a malicious and insidious light flashing in Lucas' eyes.

Over the next two days, the villa was heavily guarded, and all the surveillance cameras were on. But the horrible "ghost" didn't appear any more, maybe it had sensed that they were going to hunt it.

However, he did not return to the place he should go. He followed quietly to the Provence when he heard that the two of them had left for the Provence.