Chapter 436 - Whose House Is This? (1/2)

”Sorry if we came to you unannounced like this, I just wanted to make sure it really is you.” Takeshi sounded rather apologetic, ”We thought you were dead, and today I saw a lot of news about you on Splitz all day long; you can imagine my surprise.”

Marion looked at Takeshi as if trying to remember him, ”Uhm ... now I remember, you are Takeshi, right? Who are you and what is our relationship?”

”Wow ... I'm flattered because Miss remembers me.” Takeshi laughed softly. ”Do you remember this house?”

Marion looked around and shook her head. That meant that Aleksis had been to this house before, she thought. Whose house was this?

”I don't remember,” Marion said. ”I don't remember ever being here. Whose house is this?”

”This is your home,” Takeshi answered. ”It's okay. Sooner or later, your memory will recover. You'd better rest first. Feel free to walk around, who knows if you can remember something.”

Marion nodded. After speaking briefly with Takeshi, she now truly felt sure that she was not in danger. She cleverly hid the mini bomb back into her bag. She would not need it.

Marion followed Takeshi's advice and walked around the side of the mansion to try to obtain information. Of course she didn't forget to make sure that her expression showed that she was trying hard to remember something, though she was secretly making mental notes and analyzed what the owner of this house was like.

Takeshi said this was Aleksis' home? It must mean that Aleksis came here often, even though the girl hadn't stayed long in Singapore.

When exactly did Aleksis come here? Marion knew that Aleksis was protected by two bodyguards. Why weren't they aware of this place?

She walked into the library, study room, dining room, and the other rooms in the house, one by one. There was absolutely no sign of anything meaningful. There were no photos or decorations that were of personal nature.

She then walked toward the large black door on the left. This may be the master bedroom.

Marion was astonished because Takeshi did not say anything nor did he prevent her from entering any room. It was as if the young man really wanted her to regain her memory by exploring every corner of the house.

Finally, Marion entered the main bedroom. Her guess was correct. This must be the homeowner's room because of its enormous size and grandeur. All the decorations were dark and looked very masculine. Marion stepped into every corner of the room and looked for whatever she could get.

It seemed that this house was still actively used by its resident considering that there were many personal items lying around such as clothes and other items. Marion examined the men's clothing and belongings that were kept in a walk-in closet and realized that she was quite familiar with the owner's choice of clothes.

The room reminded him of Lauriel. Everything was very simple yet elegant. She was very familiar with Lauriel's style of dressing because he was different from all the men she knew. Lauriel was, after all, a royal from the most influential family in Italy centuries ago; he always looked elegant.

Inwardly Marion became even more interested in meeting the mysterious owner of the house. Could this be Alaric Rhionen's own home?

What did this have to do with Aleksis?

Marion only pursed her lips because she was unable to answer her own questions.

She must find out the answer.

”Takeshi, I don't remember anything. The more I try, the more my head hurts,” Marion said as she left the room. Her steps stopped immediately as she bumped into a woman who was now standing next to Takeshi in the living room. Marion immediately took a cautious stance and kept a distance from the two of them, ”Who are you? Didn't we bump into each other on campus? Are you following me??”

Rosalien just stood there staring at her with a complicated look. She didn't care about Marion. She turned towards Takeshi.

”She doesn't remember.” Her eyes pressed urgently toward Takeshi, who just stayed quietly, ”It's not too late to get rid of her.”

Marion was surprised to hear the hateful tone in the voice of the girl in front of her.