Chapter 721: Chapter 235 Ti Drift Bottle_3
That lovely face was what caught one’s attention at first glance.
With lucid eyes and delicate features, Vera Williams was certainly the kind that beca more beautiful upon closer inspection.
Standing under the light, she seed to emit a jewel-like radiance from head to toe.
Despite her distinguished air, she also had a pure, elegant, and tranquil quality about her.
(PS. There’s a picture here, not sure if it can get through moderation, might be available tomorrow)
She stood up to greet him, a faint scent of innocence wafting into his nostrils.
Seeing Leonard Churchill’s gaze fixed on her, a soft blush spread across Vera’s tender cheeks, and she smiled gently to cover her slight fluster, “What is it, Mr. Sunny, do I… have sothing on my face?”
In the face of such beauty, Leonard Churchill was neither pretentious nor stingy with his complints, “No. Miss Williams is very beautiful. I couldn’t help but take a second look. Forgive if I have been impolite.”
“Ah… thank you.”
Although Vera had received no shortage of praise from a young age, being complinted so straightforwardly by a man she had just t made her instinctively shy, and the blush on her cheeks unwittingly spread to her neck.
However, Leonard Churchill’s tone held not a hint of frivolity; it was candid and direct.
With these words, the atmosphere, rather than becoming awkward, diminished the initial distance between them.
Vera offered a slight smile and motioned, “Please have a seat, Mr. Leonard Churchill.”
The maid pulled out a chair, and the two took their seats by the window table.
Leonard Churchill glanced outside; from this vantage point, nearly the entire Machinery City could be seen below, with the brightly lit town also in clear view.
The expansive view made for a broadened heart.
After the maid served the dishes, she quietly left the room.
Although Leonard Churchill sensed that Captain Sam was next door, this was still a mont of solitude for the two of them.
To eat, it was impossible to keep wearing the gas mask.
Moreover, Leonard Churchill thought that Miss Williams across from him must undoubtedly be familiar with the appearance on his arrest warrant.
He casually removed his gas mask.
Revealing a handso and resolute face.
Though he did not pay much mind to his looks, Leonard Churchill’s features were naturally refined, and coupled with the poised air he had gained from life-and-death experiences, others were sure to find him agreeable.
Just a mont ago, Vera had been curious about why Leonard Churchill had chosen to wear a gas mask and had given him an extra glance.
But with that one look, her bright eyes instantly revealed a flash of amazent: Mr. Sunny was this handso?!
Leonard Churchill caught the surprise in her eyes, like the astonishnt of a first encounter.
A flicker of doubt crossed his mind, but without overthinking it, he jokingly imitated her earlier tone, “What’s the matter, is there sothing on my face?”
“Um…”
Vera, realizing she had been slightly uncomposed, quickly masked her gaze.
It was already quite impolite for a lady to stare at a man, but he had handed her an out on a silver platter.
Seizing the opportunity, she replied with a smile, “No. Mr. Sunny is quite handso, so I took a second look.”
That had been Leonard Churchill’s response to her earlier.
Now spoken out loud,
it was polite yet not unfamiliar.
The two shared a smile at her words.
The atmosphere instantly beca even more harmonious.
As they spoke, Vera added, “I assud soone as erudite as Mr. Sunny would be… very… I didn’t expect you to be so young.”
All the experts she knew in Taron Ancient Language were old n.
It was truly a surprise.
Although she had guessed from the correspondence that he was not very old,
eting him in person was still astonishing.
“Heh.”
Thinking she was just making polite conversation, Leonard Churchill laughed, but considering her tone seed genuinely unaware, he asked offhand, “Hasn’t Miss Williams seen my arrest warrant?”
That couldn’t be.
They had sent soone to find him, surely they would know his age, right?
“Arrest warrant?”
Vera’s expression clearly faltered at the word.
As far as her good-girl understanding of the world went, arrest warrants featured only extrely vicious criminals.
Her eyes trembled with confusion, “Mr. Sunny… why are you wanted?”
Seeing her expression, Leonard Churchill replied in bewildernt, “You… really don’t know?”
Vera: “Huh? Know what?”
“…”
Leonard Churchill, looking across at the surprised face before him, suddenly sensed sothing amiss.
If she was rely putting on a perfect act to trick him, then there must be a mistake sowhere.
He confird again, “You are the ‘Miss Anne’ who wrote to using the ‘Super Spaceti Postage Stamp,’ right?”
“Yes. Haven’t you already asked that?”
Vera glanced at him, even starting to wonder if sothing was wrong herself, and voiced her confusion, “Oh, I almost forgot. How did you know I was here? And to co right away?”
A twitch appeared at the corner of Leonard Churchill’s eye, “Didn’t you write a letter asking to co?”
Their conversation seed to contain contradictions.
As he spoke, he even accurately recited the content of the last letter.
Upon hearing this, Vera felt her mind was a bit strained, saying, “I didn’t. And that letter… I don’t think I sent it out yet.”
“…”
In an instant, Leonard Churchill was caught in a deep conflict of thoughts.
He felt that sothing was wrong.
But he could not figure it out.
The person was right, the letter was right, and the place was given by the stamp…
Suddenly, he realized there was a major problem!
Ti, place, and character are the three essential elents of a story.
How had he overlooked the most crucial point?
Upon recalling the abnormal tiline of their previous postal exchanges,
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