y Stu
Chapter 838
Herbert turned and looked at Yuvan with a frown, and the latter swiftly hid the strand of hair in his pocket.
"Did you just pull my hair?”
“No,” Yuvan replied cluelessly, raising his hand with a half-peeled orange. “Why would I do that? That's so random.”
The general scratched his head in confusion. Was it some insect?
Suddenly, a loud gasp came from Genevieve's side when she saw her fishing line dragged low by a massive weight. It seemed like a giant fish had just bitten the bait.
Thrilled, Genevieve struck the fish confidently in a backward movement but knocked into a passerby who happened to cross from behind.
The rod in her hand slipped, and it would have dropped into the water if the stranger had not caught it in time.
With his big and boney hand, the man held on to the rod and reeled in the fish effortlessly, placing the fish on the ground.
Herbert, who was walking over, was impressed upon seeing the fish twitching on the grass. “Wow! That's a big one!” he exclaimed.
Yuvan quickly unhooked the fish and threw it into a basket.
Meanwhile, Genevieve rubbed her sore wrist and spoke apologetically to the man who helped her. “I'm sorry. I almost fell on you just now.”
“It's okay,” he answered in his appealingly husky and rich voice as he took a piece of tissue to wipe his hand.
Genevieve took a closer look at that man. He was over six feet tall, and his light gray slacks and a regular cotton t-shirt formed an elegant set, but Genevieve could smell a scent of blood oozing from him.
The other person with this scent is Jack.
Genevieve stole another look at him. Although she could not see the pair of eyes behind the sunglasses, she could still deduce that he was of mixed racial descent judging from his chiseled facial features and black hair.
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