Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 1148

Chapter 1148

Ruka‘s face blushed slightly before she lowered her head with a guilty conscience. “I‘m sorry, Miss Parfait, but it‘s not convenient for me to talk about him.”

Victoria smiled instead of getting angry. “I know that. His identity is a sensitive issue, after all. Okay, we‘re not gonna talk about it, then. Let‘s talk about your life abroad over the past few years. Your information shows that you went abroad at 16 years old. You left the country at a young age. huh?”

Ruka let out a secret sigh before saying, “Yeah, I moved to the city where my parents worked to live with them.”

“Then where did you live in the country before you were 16 years old?”

“I lived in my relative‘s place most of the time,” Ruka answered without mentioning the Husson Residence.

Victoria turned to glance at Ruka. She felt that Ruka seemed to be hiding something. Seems like I‘ve underestimated her. I thought that she‘d tell me everything if I were to chat with her like a friend. She wondered if the relative Ruka had lived with before she reached 16 years old had anything to do with Ren. Otherwise, there was no way Ruka would have an opportunity to get to know him while growing up. She knew very well how Ren grew up, but even the timeline showed no connection with the city Ruka had lived in while she was abroad. Therefore, Ren had likely gotten to know Ruka before she reached 16 years old.

Victoria felt as though a fine thread was twisting around her heart. So Ren fell in love with Ruka even earlier than I thought? Was he secretly waiting for her to grow up before I even knew anything? Such a relationship between childhood playmates did fill her with suspicion and envy. How lucky Ruka was to have a man who was willing to wait for her until he was 33 years old without dating anyone?

Victoria couldn‘t help but size Ruka up again through the rearview mirror with piercing eyes. Ruka was looking at the scenery outside the window with a pair of watery eyes that seemed to have not experienced the torture of worldly affairs. She was lively and vivacious, like a greenhouse flower that had been taken great care of as it grew. Such a lady did have a delicate air about her that made one want to love her tenderly. She was pure, beautiful, and yet fragile–a quality that anyone would yearn for and try to protect.