Chapter 61
Chapter 61:
Kailey recognized the melody and softly hummed along.
As they rounded a corner, sunlight came in at just the right angle and wrapped her in a soft, golden glow.
Kyson’s gaze softened, and something tightened quietly in his chest. She really was the center of his world.
When the song ended, Kailey let out a contented sigh. “That old song is lovely. It makes me want to visit Lublieland someday p>
Kyson’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “You’re interested in Lublieland p>
“It’s not really about interest,” Kailey mused. “It’s more the feeling. Life is about trying new things, isn’t it? I want to experience as much of it as I can p>
“Alright.” Kyson smiled gently. “Let’s go to Lublieland together p>
𝖴p𝘥𝘢𝘵eѕ e𝘷𝘦𝗋y 𝘸𝘦е𝗸 𝗼𝗇 𝗴a𝗅ոо𝗏е𝘭𝗌.𝖼om
To himself, he made a quiet promise—wherever life carried her, he would be there too.
Kyson steered the car into the older part of town and parked beneath a weathered apartment building. Kailey suddenly pressed her hand to her forehead.
“Oh no p>
“What’s wrong p>
“I didn’t bring a gift.” Her expression was genuinely troubled. “It’s not right to ask someone for help without bringing something to show appreciation p>
Kyson, who had braced himself for something far more serious, gave her hair a gentle ruffle. “Don’t worry. I already took care of it p>
“Really p>
“Absolutely p>
“You’re the best!” Overwhelmed with gratitude, Kailey instinctively moved to hug him, then caught herself and pulled back, suddenly self-conscious. “Um… maybe that’s a bit much p>
For a moment, Kyson was caught off guard. Too much? He would have welcomed it. But Kailey missed the flicker in his eyes entirely and pressed on, “Kyson, if this goes well, I’ll treat you to the fanciest dinner you’ve ever had p>
He laughed, unable to hide his amusement. “I’ll hold you to that p>
“No problem,” she replied with a smile.
Kyson picked up the gift and led the way. Kailey hurried after him.
The artifact restorer was a man in his sixties named Geoffrey Holland—an old friend of Kyson’s grandfather, whom Kyson remembered meeting a couple of times as a child. Geoffrey had retired to this quiet apartment and rarely accepted visitors or interviews.
The moment Kyson had heard about the emerald amulet, he had thought of Geoffrey and tracked down his contact information through family connections.
He knocked three times. A kindly older woman with silver hair answered the door.
“Who are you here to see?” she asked gently.
Kyson gave a respectful nod. “Mrs. Holland, I’m Kyson Blake. I spoke with Mr. Holland on the phone yesterday p>
The woman studied him for a moment, and then recognition softened her face. “Oh, Kyson! You’ve grown so much. Please, come in p>
Kailey followed close behind, quietly respectful.
They handed Mrs. Holland the gift as soon as they stepped inside. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, she led them to the living room and excused herself to fetch Geoffrey.