And now we're heading to the elderly section.
Meet Edward Almanoré our Noble right hand man above 😁
• I keep repeating.. these photos are either googled or stumbled upon. None belong to me.
I know I've said this before but I still have an itchy feeling that someone is gonna pick offenses against me 😑
Never the less.. before I bore you out.. here's another chapter.
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Hunter's P.O.V.
"Dude, it's almost nine pm, where's your secretary? She isn't picking my calls" Dylan whined as he walked into my room only wearing a very loose fitting singlet and a pair of joggers.
" Do I look like someone who cares" I was sitting on the couch by the window and overviewing the area.
We could really use some lawn mowing.
" Then call her. She might not answer me but her boss might be an exception"
I laughed tremendously at his thoughts or suggestion or whatever he just vomited from his mouth.
I may have an idea on where Iris is or should I say who she's with and if I'm right then she will never answer my call.
" I have better things to do with my phone" I replied after my laughter had subsided as Dylan rested beside me.
" Yeah right" he rolled his eyes and leaned fully into the chair before taking in a deep breath and exhaling.
If this reaction is because of Iris's whereabouts, then he worries too much.
Speaking of worries..
" Does she always stay out this long" Dylan continues, interrupting me before I could start speaking.
He closed his eyes and my idiot cousin looked peaceful while trying to rest.
" Of recent" I shrugged, even though I know he couldn't see me.
His chest was rising and falling indicating he's taking slow and steady breaths, but if you weren't here a few seconds ago you'd assume he's sleeping.
I'm basically dying inside to ask Dylan if he's Louisa's Dad, but oddly I have a doubt.
I mean, Dylan's eyes are green but then again his dad's eye's are blue.
The olive skin.
The close relationship with Iris.
I've gotta know if my cousin has been smutting.
A temporary silence ensued between us then I broke it.
" Dylan?"
" Mhmmm" his eyes were still sealed shut.
" So, Iris's kid"
And then he said nothing.
I also think my eyes are deceiving me because his chest stopped moving for a second then continued.
I've struck a chord.
" Dylan?" I called out again.
" Yes?" he opened his eyes and looked straight at me.
" You didn't say anything"
" Well you didn't ask anything. You only said Iris's kid" he arched a brow.
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