Chapter 348 - The Different Look In His Eyes
Anne cancelled her intention to do her task. Seeing Alan's photo live on the cell phone makes her almost scream out loud. However, when she found out that this handso man was nad Alan Knight Clarke, Anne's heart beca chaotic. She didn't understand why there could be soone who looked exactly like Jack in Luxembourg. When Anne was focusing on her cell phone she was suddenly startled by a touch on her shoulder.
"Aah ...!"
"It's , Anne, don't scream!!" said Linda quickly so that Anne wouldn't scream again.
"Linda!! Can you not co in stealthily like that? I only have one heart, Linda, what if my heart jumps out of place?" Anne scread loudly while holding her chest.
Linda laughed in amusent at Anne's words. "Our hearts are made by God, not man-made. So how could it be possible for it to escape from your chest cavity, just because you were surprised like that, Anne?"
"But still, Linda. Are you a human or a dentor after all? The sound of your footsteps can't be heard at all," Anne snarled again.
"I'm Lord Voldemort," Linda answered with a big laugh.
Anne, who was already irritated, was getting angry at Linda who was joking. She hit Linda's thighs so hard that it made Linda wince in pain. Not long after that, Linda sat beside Anne.
"What's wrong with you, Anne? I've already sent you so ssages, but you haven't replied to a single ssage," said Linda annoyed.
"ssages? Did you send ..."
Anne finished her words when she saw that there were about five ssages sent by Linda. Even though she had been holding her smart phone, Anne was still focused on seeing Alan's photos on the internet, so she didn't notice that there were so incoming ssages.
"Well, see? I sent five ssages to you, Anne, but you didn't reply to any of them," said Linda, her voice was rising.
Anne lowered her face with her eyes closed hearing Linda's words. She looked confused as to where to begin. Because she still couldn't believe what she just saw a mont ago. Linda, who knew Anne very well, sensed that there was sothing odd about her best friend. Without a word, Linda grabbed Anne's chin and lifted her up so that it was level with her.
"What happened, Anne?" Linda asked seriously.
Anne re-opened Alan's pictures on her cell phone and showed them to Linda silently.
"Why did you show your phone, Anne, what…"
Linda was silent. She didn't continue her words when she saw Anne's cell phone screen. Dozens of photos of Alan could be seen clearly on the internet in various poses in many places with different hairstyles and clothes.
"Jack… Why are you showing these photos, Anne? Didn't I tell you to forget him? He's gone, you can't continue to mourn his passing like this, Anne. You have to move on with your life, I'm sure up there Jack will not rest in peace when he sees you continue to mourn like this," said Linda at length.
Anne looked at Linda with sharp eyes. "Alan, this guy's na is Alan, not Jack."
"Anne, co on, don't joke. Obviously this is Jack, you don't have to joke, Anne," said Linda, her voice rising, because she felt that she was being tricked by Anne.
Without speaking, Anne took her cell phone back and started entering Alan Knight Clarke's na in the internet search right in front of Linda's eyes. After Anne pressed the enter button, suddenly various articles and photos of Alan appeared. Even Clarke's company na ca out.
"It's impossible, Anne," said Linda quietly as she grabbed Anne's cell phone and looked at Alan's very clear photos one by one.
"I can't believe it either, Linda. I almost went crazy looking at those photos. He really has a face that looks a lot like Jack, if they were standing side by side I wouldn't be able to tell them apart," said Anne quietly.
"Yes but this can't be him, Anne, how can there be soone who looks exactly the sa? And if it is Jack, there's no way the Luxembourg dia doesn't know. They'll know it's Jack. But this is…"
"Look at his childhood photos, Linda. Everything about him is on the internet, including a photo of his millionaire grandfather, Mr. David Clarke," Anne said quickly, cutting Linda's words.
Linda imdiately did a search about Alan Knight Clarke's childhood. Not long after, she entered the keywords, various photos of little Alan appeared on Anne's cell phone screen. Even photos of Alan growing up were also shown on the internet.
"Pinch , Anne, I'm sure this is a dream. There can't be... Ouch!!" Linda scread loudly when Anne pinched her hand.
"Anne...!"
"Weren't you the one who asked to pinch your arm?" Anne asked innocently.
"Yes I did, but it hurts so bad," Linda answered shortly, feeling her arm which was hot because of Anne's pinch.
Anne did not respond to Linda's words. She still looked confused by what she had just learned. Linda, who wanted to make a joke, imdiately turned serious when she saw Anne was silent again.
"What do you think, Anne?" Linda asked softly.
"Do you think there are two people in this world who look exactly the sa, Linda?" asked Anne.
"Of course there are, Anne, a lot of people have twins, Anne," Linda answered back with a smile. She already knew where Anne was talking.
Anne looked back at Linda's expressionless face. "Then do you think this man nad Alan is Jack's twin brother?"
"It seems impossible, Anne, this man nad Alan lives in Luxembourg, while Jack is in Switzerland. Although they are both businessn, I'm sure they don't have any relationship. Look, this man nad Alan lives with his grandfather after his mother and father died of illness. anwhile, Jack's parents just left him when he was an adult, right? If this man nad Alan is Jack's twin brother, then why didn't Jack's parents tell Jack about the whereabouts of this other child? This grandfather of Alan or Jack's parents will definitely find out about each other, Anne. I think they really have nothing to do with Jack. They're just two people who happen to have the exact sa face," said Linda at length, trying to give the most plausible explanation.
"Looks like you're right, Linda, this man nad Alan is soone else who has the sa face as Jack. I'm sure he's not Jack, the way he looks at is very different from the way Jack looks at ," murmured Anne quietly.
"Well yeah, it's you..."
Thump! Linda almost choked on her own saliva hearing Anne's words.
"W-what do you an, Anne?" Linda stamred.
"I've t this man, Linda, I just t this Alan Knight Clarke," replied Anne quietly without pause.
Continued
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