The Man Who Never Looked Away novel Chapter 36

She raised a hand to rub her eyes. "Are we here?"

"We've already landed." He paused. "If you haven't slept enough, you can rest a bit longer."

Lavinia sat up. "I'm well rested. Let's get off the plane."

Once they got off the plane and walked through the VIP channel, a chartered car was already waiting at the exit.

Standing beside the car was a young Chinese woman with a sleek, short haircut. She looked sharp and full of energy.

"Hello! I'm your local guide for this trip. My name is Zoey Wallace."

The girl proactively reached out her hand. The moment Lavinia's fingers brushed hers, Zoey gripped it firmly.

Carrying the luggage, Charley stood to the side, glaring coldly at the girl, his lips pressed into a tight line.

Once they got into the car, Zoey sat in the passenger seat and enthusiastically introduced the local culture and customs.

She talked incessantly, tossing out questions and forcing interaction. Lavinia had to listen attentively, constantly ready to reply.

Charley sat beside Lavinia with his legs crossed, not saying a single word.

After a long period of silence, he said flatly, "She's tired."

Zoey paused, looked innocently at Lavinia, and stuck her tongue out. "Oh, I'll stop talking then."

Lavinia was about to smooth things over when Charley placed a hand over hers and pointed out the window. "Look, that's the stupa."

In the twilight outside the window, an ancient Buddhist stupa stood quietly. Its structure was bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, its tiered eaves gathering upward like a suspended lotus.

The spire vanished into the darkening sky, while pigeons circled around the eaves.

"After we visit the pharmaceutical factory tomorrow, we can come here and pray for Latham," Charley said.

Lavinia looked at the tower without speaking.

He added softly beside her, "I hear the stupa here is very powerful."

Zoey turned back from the passenger seat, her eyes shining. "This is the oldest stupa in Delhi. A lot of locals come here to walk around it and pray. I can arrange it for you."

Lavinia nodded. "Okay."

Charley withdrew his gaze and leaned back into his seat.

"If you're sleepy, you can rest a little more," he said. "I'll wake you when we arrive."

In the photo, Garnett was wearing a sharp black suit, his expression solemn, holding a memorial plaque in his arms.

Sigrid stood right beside him, dressed entirely in black mourning clothes.

The unknown sender added: [Don't you think it's time you backed out on your own?]

Lavinia stared at the number. A few seconds later, she dialed it.

The person on the other end didn't answer.

She hung up and fired back a text message.

[Tobin, please tell Sigrid that if she wants the title of Mrs. Harper this badly, she should try harder. Garnett is begging me every single day to give him an heir.]

After sending the message, she glanced at Charley beside her.

He was looking elsewhere, seemingly oblivious to her texting.

"Charley, let's go."

"Alright." He pulled the car door open for her.