Chapter 707

On a beautiful island in Galston, there was an old European castle on top of the hill. Sylvia was inside the castle, sitting before a ceiling-to-wall window with her wood sculpture. Aunt Tonya was knitting beside her. Suddenly, rhythmic footsteps sounded from the door. Aunt Tonya had a glance and said to Sylvia, “Syl, he’s here.” She bolted up and stood before Sylvia. Sylvia turned to the door and saw Thomas. He wore a light-colored shirt that loosely draped over his slender figure. He wore a smile as he walked over. Seeing Aunt Tonya in front of Sylvia, Thomas’ gaze turned cold but he kept his polite smile and said, “Aunt Tonya, can I have the room? I want to have a word with Sylvia.” Aunt Tonya wore a cautious look and refused to budge. Sylvia shot a gaze at her and said, “It’s okay. It’s just a talk, he won’t do anything to me.” It had been half a month since she was imprisoned in this castle by Thomas and he did nothing to her. Aunt Tonya begrudgingly left t