This woman was indeed different from those who had tried to approach him recently.
Her gaze was full of sadness, but there was nothing panicky about it, which gave Kennedy a real feeling.
-Help me…
Alice was still pleading with him for help, but there was a growing desperation in her eyes.
The man who could spare Alice no earthly pain, Kennedy, was now doing this to her.
Could it be that things were really as Megan and Zain had said, that Kennedy no longer knew her?
But why had all this happened? Why?
-I don’t believe it, you can’t not know me, there must be some misunderstanding, let go of me,” Alice couldn’t help but scream.
Alice’s slender white arms were already marked in red by the two strong bodyguards, Kennedy frowned and was about to ask them to let her go.
But suddenly a quiet man’s voice was heard.
-Sorry to interrupt, but my sister has been mistaken for someone else, we are taking her now, please tell your men to let her go.
The two bodyguards holding Alice, also noticed that Alice looked different from the other women, they looked back at Zain and thought he didn’t look like a liar.
Then the two men released Alice.
The moment Alice was free, she made a move towards Kennedy again, only to be stopped by Zain who grabbed her arm.
-Let’s go back!
-Brother, let go of me, I’m not coming back with you, I have to find out what’s going on. Brother, can you help me? No, I don’t need you to help me, I’ll figure it out myself now.
As Kennedy stood not far from them, Alice’s emotions began to get the best of her again. The hypothesis she had been told in the car had already put her on the verge of an emotional breakdown.
Now that it had turned out to be true and Kennedy was still holding on so coolly, Alice was about to go crazy.
Zain’s strength prevented her from going any further.
Zain raised his head and looked at Kennedy.
Kennedy also looked at him.
-I’m sorry for the inconvenience my sister has caused by mistaking you for someone else, I apologize in my sister’s place, I hope you don’t mind.
Kennedy smiled slightly and made a gesture to show he understood.
Zain pulled Alice away and Alice continued to struggle without taking her eyes off Kennedy.
-Brother, let go of me, I have so much to ask her, let go of me, let go…..
She was not as strong as Zain and could only watch as Kennedy pulled further and further away from her.
Kennedy thought that maybe this girl was really wrong, otherwise how could she have freaked out in the presence of her brother?
But none of this seemed to have anything to do with him.
So Kennedy turned and walked away.
But Kennedy hadn’t had time to go too far when he suddenly heard the woman’s screams.
Kennedy didn’t know why he had stopped, and he turned unconsciously.
Kennedy saw that the woman, who had just held back tears, now at last could not bear so great a grief, and the tears were streaming from her eyes like pearls.
She kept screaming no, and finally, perhaps due to her overwhelming emotion, she fainted. Then Kennedy saw the man who had just held her, picked her up and put her in his car.
-Mr. Kennedy, what are you looking at?
The bodyguard following him asked him about it.
Then Kennedy stopped looking at the brother and sister, and shook his head.
-Nothing.
Kennedy didn’t know why he had unknowingly stared at the woman for so long, and he had begun to resist remembering in his own mind the woman’s beautiful eyes that had just filled with tears.
Had she really been mistaken for someone else?
-Mr. Kennedy, here is this for you.
The bodyguard handed her a clean handkerchief.
-Why?
As if he had done something wrong, the bodyguard said, “Mr. Kennedy, you have a cleanliness problem, and if someone touches you, you will feel uncomfortable. That woman shook your hand just now.
These words from the guard made Kennedy freeze in place.
Yes, the woman had just touched his hand. But Kennedy didn’t feel uncomfortable, and there was even a feeling of electric spark that lingered on his fingertips.
Not only that, he seemed to have taken it upon himself to touch the woman’s hair.
It wasn’t normally like this.
Kennedy frowned and picked up the handkerchief, tilting her head to wipe her hands.
The woman’s beautiful tear-filled eyes reappeared in his mind, disturbing Kennedy’s mood, who dropped the handkerchief from his hand, saying coldly, -I don’t need it.
-Yes,” the bodyguard took the handkerchief and then said respectfully. Mr. Kennedy, Mr. Jorge wants you to come now.
Jorge Carlos?
-I understand,” Kennedy nodded.
***
There is an old Chinese-style villa in the middle of a green bamboo forest.
This was the place Jorge bought, and since he was rich and fond of East Asian culture, he had the place built in imitation of Chinese style architecture.
The villa, from the design plans to the final product, was supervised by George himself.
Anyone who had never visited this place would not know that George built this private home with a stream and a bridge, and that the entrance gate was a circular stone arch.
The paths were paved with cobblestones, with grass between the gaps and a variety of evergreens, as if it were a rich man’s summer retreat.
This was the private style that Jorge liked.
And it was always present at any auction where antiques were offered.
And, whenever an antique auction is held, Jorge is sure to be there.
Anyone who has heard Jorge’s name will surely think of antiques, as he is a collector of them.
Kennedy’s tall, erect figure crossed the small bridge, crossed the stone path and entered the interior of the villa.
-Mr. Kennedy, you are back, His Lordship is waiting for you in the study.
-Good.
Kennedy made his way to the study. Before entering he knocked on the door out of habit and a serious voice came from inside.
-Come in.
Kennedy asked permission before entering.
An elderly man with a cane was sitting on a mahogany sofa, talking to the man across from him about something.
-Kennedy, you’re here,” Jorge pointed to the chair next to him, motioning Kennedy to sit down.
-Dr. Jacobo is going back to Spain for a while recently, and he came here before he left to see how well you are recovering.
With a cup of tea in his hand, Dr. Jacobo smiled and said, -Yes, my wife and children are in the country and I may be back for most of the month this time, so I came to check on Mr. Kennedy’s health before I left, is he still dizzy lately?
Kennedy shook his head silently.
When Kennedy had woken up from that disaster, he would get a headache from recalling lost memories, then he would get dizzy and finally lose consciousness.
But lately he was calmer and more mentally stable, so he hardly ever got dizzy anymore.