Chapter 200: The Truth About Frank

Thelma Zane’s POV "I love you too, Aldrich," I said with conviction, feeling the warmth of his hand in mine. After politely declining the host's invitation to stay for dinner, Aldrich and I left the vibrant celebration behind and made our way back to the safe house. The walk back was serene, with the mountain air cooling our flushed faces after such an eventful evening. As we stepped inside, the house, which had been vacant throughout the day, greeted us with a chilly stillness. Aldrich busied himself setting up the fire, while I found myself fixated on the bouquet I had caught. Carefully, I began arranging the delicate petals and leaves, trying to preserve their beauty as long as possible. But the thought of their inevitable decay left me unsettled. I didn’t want this bouquet to wither—it felt like a symbol of something far greater than a mere wedding token. Using the mind-link, I reached out to Dorothy for help. “Dorothy, do you know how I can keep these flowers fr