He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 239

Rebecca’s thoughts were consumed by the dance concept that had sparked in her mind earlier.

If she wanted to expand into a full production as Helia had suggested, how would she structure it? Ideas collided like a storm, overwhelming her to the point where Vance’s messages barely registered as minor ripples, easily swept away by the vast waves of her creativity and vanishing without a trace.

She didn’t even consider blocking him; they caused her no real disturbance. After a glance, she dove back into envisioning her dance.

The inspiration had begun with the theme of a phoenix’s rebirth, but her imagination expanded rapidly to cycles of endless renewal, to legacies that endured through time, and to grander scales.

She envisioned drawing from mythic folklore as her foundation, crafting an epic dance drama. The more she reflected, the more exhilarated she became, other emotions fading away.

Even her dreams were filled with sweeping landscapes, flowing rivers, and mythical creatures.

Vance couldn’t wait for dawn; with only an hour until the last flight, he purchased tickets without hesitation, packed his things, and rushed to the airport.

He had initially planned to go alone, but Catherine insisted on accompanying him back. Given the time constraints, he didn’t argue.

Upon arriving in Soliaridge, he headed straight home, with Catherine following closely.

He wasn’t entirely sure why he felt such urgency to return. The house was empty, after all, but an inexplicable compulsion drove him there.

When Catherine expressed concern and refused to let him go alone, he lacked the energy to persuade her otherwise.

Catherine stepped out of the elevator first and immediately spotted the paper crane affixed to the door. Her face drained of color as she quickly tore it down, then knocked on the door.

“Isn’t your housekeeper home?” she asked.

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