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Chapter 6
Victor’s gaze lingered on Eden’s retreating figure, his expression darkening. The sound of the motorcycle revving and disappearing into the distance barely registered as he stared at the ground, his thoughts swirling. Eden…
The name echoed in his mind like an old, forgotten melody that suddenly resurfaced, bringing with it a flood of memories. Memories he’d long tried to bury. His hand clenched around the sealed bag containing the blood-stained handkerchief, his knuckles turning white.
Anson returned moments later, sensing the heavy air around his friend. He glanced at Victor, who was still staring at the spot where Eden had vanished. Anson hesitated before speaking, unsure if he should interrupt the tense silence.
“Victor, I got the number from the cleaner,” Anson said cautiously, holding up a small piece of paper. “Do you want me to call her?”
Victor didn’t respond immediately. He remained fixed in place, the weight of the past seeming to press down on him. When he finally looked up, his gaze was colder than ever.
“Later,” he muttered, his voice low and controlled. “We’ll handle it when the time is right.”
Anson nodded, sensing the shift in Victor’s mood. He’d seen that look before—when something had stirred Victor’s past, something that made him withdraw into himself. But this… this was different. There was an unusual tension in the air, and Anson couldn’t shake the feeling that they had just crossed some unseen threshold.
Meanwhile, Eden was speeding through the streets, her mind racing as fast as the motorcycle beneath her. Her phone call with Jasper had been brief, but it had given her a sense of urgency. Ricky’s piano competition was a significant moment for her son, and she couldn’t afford to miss it. She could feel the minutes slipping away, but she tried to focus on what lay ahead.
The wind in her hair, the sound of the engine roaring beneath her, and the knowledge that she would soon be at her destination—all of it gave her a fleeting sense of freedom. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to push aside the confusion of the day.
But even as she smiled at the thought of her son performing, she couldn’t completely shake the image of Victor from her mind. His intense stare, the mysterious aura surrounding him… It was like nothing she’d ever encountered before. And the name he’d spoken… Eden.
Her heart skipped a beat. No, she couldn’t be thinking about him. She had enough to focus on right now—Ricky, the performance, and the life she was trying to build for her children. Yet, somehow, the encounter with Victor lingered, like a shadow at the edge of her thoughts, reminding her of something she couldn’t quite grasp.
The motorcycle zipped through the traffic, and Eden’s thoughts returned to the task at hand. As much as she tried to push the idea of Victor aside, she couldn’t deny the unset
tling connection that seemed to bind them.
Back at the hospital, Victor had a dark, contemplative look in his eyes. He hadn’t expected to feel this way—not after all these years. The name Eden had been like a distant echo, a reminder of a time he had desperately tried to forget.
But now, it felt like it was coming back to him with a vengeance.
He couldn’t help but wonder if their paths were meant to cross again, if fate had played its hand in bringing her back into his life.