CHAPTER 113: CHAPTER 113 - WHAT’S THERE TO FEAR IN A CHALLENGE (4)_1

Everyone was dumbfounded. Even Marcel Horne was slightly stunned. He thought Ruby Bluen would be heartbroken and distressed, then run back to T City in tears. But he hadn’t expected Ruby Bluen to... Had he been mistaken about the pain he just caught a glimpse of in Ruby Bluen’s eyes? Marcel Horne put away his warm smile, returning to his usual indifference. Carrying the bag Ruby Bluen had pushed into his hand, he walked coldly toward the dormitory building.

On the surface, everything seemed fine, but in reality, both women had launched into a ferocious struggle, the outcome of which was still unknown.

Marcel Horne thought everything Ruby Bluen handed to him was hers. When he returned to his single dormitory, he placed the bag on his bed. Looking at the bed that Ruby Bluen had occupied for several days—the bed that was originally his—a flicker of yearning still sparked deep in his eyes. How he wished he could hold her until dawn, warming her with his own body so she wouldn’t feel the cold, so she wouldn’t have sleepless nights in the chilly darkness.But he couldn’t.She was the woman his older brother loved!

He had witnessed firsthand his brother’s kindness, his care, and attention to her. Their brotherly bond was strong. Even though they weren’t born of the same mother, how could he possibly accept Ruby Bluen’s love? He could only completely let go of his reservations and accept Ruby Bluen—whom he also had always deeply loved—if, one day, his brother personally told him he had forgotten her. His brother would have to confirm he no longer loved Ruby, had fallen for another woman, married her, and was living a life full of affection.

Looking at those several large bags, it was obvious they contained clothes. Marcel Horne wasn’t very curious, but he still reached out and opened one. When he saw that several bags contained men’s clothing that fit him perfectly, he realized Ruby Bluen had bought them for him. A complex but inevitably sweet sensation swept through his heart. Ruby!

What on earth am I supposed to do with you?

"These clothes are for you. Try them on, see if they fit," Ruby Bluen’s voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Suppressing all expression, Marcel Horne spoke indifferently, "I have clothes to wear; there’s no need to spend so much money." Since joining the military, he had learned to be frugal, having cast his young master’s privilege into the Pacific Ocean.

"It’s my money, what are you worried about?" Ruby Bluen laughed, walking in. From one of the bags, she took out a piece of clothing and started measuring it against him.

"No need, I’m going downstairs now. By the way, Emma is new here, so accompany her when you have time; it’ll be company for you too. Let me know when you want to go back, and I’ll book your flight ticket." Leaving her with those cool words, Marcel Horne departed indifferently. But as he walked away, he still carried the bags of clothes Ruby Bluen had bought for him, taking them with him.

Watching his actions, Ruby Bluen felt both exasperated and amused. That big iceberg, always playing tough.

But since she didn’t hear any special affection for Emma Wright from him, the ripping pain in her heart eased a little. Yet his last words once again darkened her mood. He never forgot he wanted to send her home.

The Bluen sisters shared a common trait: a streak of stubbornness. The more Marcel Horne tried to send Ruby Bluen back to T City, the less she wanted to go. She would stick to Marcel Horne, come what may.

If Emma becomes too much of a threat, well, I’ll play the aggressive seductress and force myself on Marcel Horne. With his strong sense of responsibility, he’ll definitely take responsibility for me. Then, no one will be able to snatch Marcel Horne from me.Once the deed is done, Marcel Horne will have to face both the Horne and Bluen families with me.No matter the reservations, the problems, or the predicaments, as long as Marcel Horne is willing to face them, resolving them will be a piece of cake. His abilities are in no way inferior to Glades Horne’s.He shouldn’t think that just because he’s gentle with that new female army doctor, I’ll back off easily. If anything, I’ll see this new arrival as a challenge. With a challenge, what’s there to fear?Marcel Horne, you are mine!Ruby Bluen, keep it up!

「The Maldives, Male.」

The afternoon sun was as warm as a mother’s hand, caressing the earth’s children. By the seaside, Glades Horne and Julia Bluen were half-lying under a parasol, both dressed in swimwear. They had just played in the sea for a while and strolled on the soft sand. Now, Julia Bluen felt a little tired, so Glades Horne immediately and lovingly wrapped an arm around her, guiding her back under their sunshade to rest. Today was their last day in the Maldives. Tomorrow, they would fly to romantic France.

"Thirsty?" Glades Horne unscrewed the cap of a water bottle and handed it to Julia Bluen beside him.

Julia Bluen, in her bikini, wasn’t explosively curvy but was still extremely alluring. If Glades Horne hadn’t been by her side, the male tourists’ eyes would have been glued to her. Fearing the dazzling sun, she also wore a pair of black sunglasses, which, when she wasn’t smiling, added an air of cool, noble beauty.

After taking the water from Glades Horne’s hand and sipping it lightly, Julia Bluen sat up straight, and Glades Horne immediately followed suit. Watching the people running and playing on the beach, Julia Bluen’s expression suddenly darkened. In the midst of her happiness, she thought of her sister.

Turning her head to look at the man beside her, she asked, "Glades, you said that after the wedding you would have someone look for my sister’s whereabouts. Is there any news yet?"

An indiscernible emotion briefly flashed in Glades Horne’s warm eyes. He then tenderly drew Julia Bluen into his embrace, comforting her, "No news yet. Don’t worry, the people I’ve hired are definitely more capable than those your father engaged. We’ll hear from Ruby soon."

"I wonder how my sister is doing now. Glades, my sister must have had her reasons for running away from the wedding. Is it possible that..." Julia Bluen suddenly fixed Glades Horne with a scrutinizing gaze. "Did you do something to wrong my sister?"

Glades Horne’s handsome face darkened, a few metaphorical lines of frustration appearing. His long fingers tapped Julia Bluen’s head, half-annoyed and half-helpless, as he said, "You saw how your sister and I were together. Think back—in what way could I possibly have wronged her?"