Chapter 64
Drake furrowed his brow slightly.
It wasn’t the first time he had seen Winnie perform this peculiar gesture in front of him. Only. the last time she had been somewhat more discreet.
This time, she was unabashedly bold.
His deep eyes narrowed as he asked, “What do you have in your hand?”
At his words, Winnie knew he couldn’t see it, which was to be expected.
Ever since she had delved into the arcane arts, she had encountered many from the various Mystical Sects.
They could maybe see spirits and dark energy, but they couldn’t see the mysterious items she could.
However, with the conversation now open, Winnie saw no reason to hide the truth.
She looked at him and said. “In my hand, there’s a gold light.” She paused before adding, “It was scraped off you.”
Drake was at a loss for words.
“You’re surrounded by gold aura.” Winnie said. “That’s why it’s a bit blinding every time I see
you.”
Drake was speechless. He vaguely understood why she had been blinking so hard every time she saw him before.
“What is this gold aura?”
“Usually, gold aura only appears on those who have done great deeds. But I’ve asked around, and you, aside from attending charity auctions now and then, don’t seem to have any notable acts of goodness. This gold aura must be the result of merits accumulated in your past life.”
Winnie explained, “Gold aura is for protection and no evil can touch you. You must have been a remarkable philanthropist in your past life. You could think of it as a sort of divine grace.”
She wasn’t sure she couldn’t fully discern his aura.
In fact, it was hard for Winnie to even see his features clearly through the gold aura.
What Winnie didn’t see was the flicker of mockery in the depths of Drake’s eyes when she mentioned divine grace.
That mockery, hidden within the gold aura, vanished in an Instant. When he looked back at Winnie, his eyes were calm and collected again.
“This gold aura could be useful to you.” His statement was definite, the tone full of conviction.
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Drake was, after all, the youngest head of the Patterson family lineage, and his mind was clearer than most.
From the few brief encounters with Winnie, he didn’t believe her to be the kind who would . eagerly solve puzzles for others.
Yet, not only had she explained it, but she did so in great detail. Coupled with the fact that she had surreptitiously scraped something off him before, it was clear she had an interest in the gold aura that surrounded him.
Winnie didn’t expect her intentions to be so transparent to him, but that didn’t stop her from acknowledging them openly.
“I am indeed a bit interested in you.” She said thoughtfully, then paused, met his deep and dark gaze, and added with a slight smile. “I’m very Interested in your gold aura.
She was fairly certain that her ability to summon the purple lightning was entirely due to the boost from his gold aura.
Plus, having just witnessed the gold aura around him dispelling the lingering malevolence that even professionals couldn’t eradicate, it was clear that this light was more than a simple repellent of dark auras.
She spoke frankly, but Drake didn’t dislike such candor. He watched her, seemingly waiting for
her to continue.
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However, Winnie didn’t speak immediately. Just as she was about to, her gaze was drawn to an object on the curio shelf behind Drake.
Drake, waiting for her to resume, furrowed his brows and was about to prompt her when he saw Winnie suddenly rise to her feet.
She bypassed him, striding directly towards the curio shelf behind him.
On Drake’s shelf were various collectibles, but Winnie’s gaze was fixed on a blackened piece of wood covered by a glass dome in the corner.
It was a millennium–old piece of Rowan Wood. The very one belonging to her mentor!
At that moment, Winnie’s thoughts on the gold aura vanished as she pointed to the branch, her almond eyes intense and serlous, and asked, “Where did you get this piece of wood?”
At the sight of her serious expression, Drake lifted his brow slightly.
Amongst his collection, indeed, only that piece of wood had a unique origin.
“A friend left it here temporarily.”
His voice was calm, but it made Winnie’s eyes flicker as she pressed on. “What friend? Male or female, how old? What’s the name? Got a picture?”
She clearly forgot that she had only just made Drake’s acquaintance.
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Drake didn’t feel offended by her forwardness. After a moment of silence, he said, “A woman, about my age. She didn’t give her name.”
He continued, “She left the item here, mentioning someone would come to collect it.”
What he didn’t mention was that when the woman had left the object with him, she had casually chosen a spot on the curio shell for it.
Right where the glass dome now stood, which had previously held an ancient dagger.
She had taken his dagger and replaced it with what looked like a piece of broken wood.
As someone with a touch of obsessive–compulsive disorder, Drake couldn’t stand the sight of such an object in his study, let alone on his prized shelf.
But he couldn’t remove it.
Despite it being the same glass dome, no matter how much he tried, it wouldn’t budge.
Eventually, he had no choice but to let the wood rest there. Over time, he even grew accustomed to its presence.
Drake wanted to tell Winnie that the wood was immovable. But before he could speak, she reached out.
Drake watched in astonishment as the glass dome, which had stubbornly resisted his every effort, was effortlessly lifted by Winnie.
Then, she took the wood in her hand, holding it with a swift and decisive grip.
Drake was dumbfounded.
At the sight of this, Drake realized the truth. The woman had said someone would come to take it away, and that someone was undoubtedly the Winnie before him.
But how could the woman have known Winnie would see the object in his study?
“What is that?” Drake knew what it was and had looked it up online.
It was rare, but not particularly valuable to collectors.
Yet, it seemed to be an object of significance to those within the Mystical Sects, didn’t it?
Winnie, with a quizzical look in her eyes, addressed Drake.
“This belonged to my mentor, an ancient Rowan Wood.”
Her mentor had vanished with it in her possession.
It was also what she promised to leave behind for Winnie.
As Winnie’s gaze returned to Drake, her eyes brimmed with suspicion and scrutiny.
What was the connection between her mentor and Drake?
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Why entrust him with the Rowan Wood for safekeeping? And why was she sent to retrieve it? Could her mentor also see the aura of gold that seemed to emanate from Drake?
Did her disappearance have anything to do with him?
Winnie’s mind raced with thoughts when suddenly, a flicker of realization crossed her face, and she inquired in a subtly charged tone, “Besides this Rowan Wood, did she leave anything else with you?”
Drake shook his head, “No.”
Winnie breathed a sigh of relief, but then he continued, “However, before she left, she drew something on my palm that I’ve never been able to wash off.”
For someone with obsessive–compulsive disorder, it had been a constant torment.
Without hesitation, Winnie stepped forward, grabbed his right hand, and examined his palm. There, etched into the broad expanse of his sturdy hand, was a Peach Blossom Birthmark.
Winnie twitched her lips involuntarily.
Her grip tightened on her left palm because there, marked within, was a birthmark identical to the one on his hand.
Her mentor had once told her that if she ever encountered someone with a birthmark identical to the one she carried in her palm, that person was the one her mentor had chosen for her… as her betrothed.
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