Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

When Jared Farrell awoke, the sky was already bright. The first thing he saw was Tina with her eyes closed, her thick eyelashes fluttering slightly and a faint blue shadow under her eyes, a clear sign of extreme fatigue. It was the first time he had seen Tina’s sleeping face so close, her peaceful expression showing a tranquility he had never seen before, a rare serenity typical of a 19-year-old girl. This girl always seemed resilient like wild grass, never showing tiredness or easily falling down. She seemed capable of anything. Yet, here she was, exhausted and unguarded, sleeping next to him after all her efforts on his behalf. He was moved beyond words.

“Tina,” he called to her softly.

Tina’s eyelashes quivered and slowly, she opened her eyes at Jared’s gentle call. The first thing she did upon waking was to reach out to check his forehead temperature, sighing almost imperceptibly when she felt his temperature was normal.

“Your poison is clear now.”

Jared knew he wasn’t completely unconscious during his bout of illness, especially with Hayden Cohen around. That guy, with a voice that could drown out five hundred ducks, had been constantly chattering about Tina going off to find the Empyrean Bloom for him. Although Jared was no medical expert, he knew how rare the Empyrean Bloom was, which made him anxious even though he was helpless in his unconscious state.

“Do you want something to eat?” Tina asked as she stood up. “You’ve been asleep for a whole day and night. I’ll go make some porridge for you.”

“I’ll join you,” Jared said as he quickly got up, only to sway weakly.

“Don’t push yourself,” Tina said, frowning as she supported him.

Jared could hardly admit that he was afraid to try her cooking again, fearing more trouble if he wasn’t fully recovered, so he made an excuse, “I’ve been lying down too long, my back hurts, I need to walk around a bit.”

Seeing his insistence, Tina accompanied him to the kitchen and under his guidance, they made porridge. Just as they were serving the porridge, Hayden Cohen arrived with two takeout porridges, surprised, “Yo, I was worried you guys couldn’t cook and would starve, so I brought breakfast.”

“We know how to order takeout ourselves,” Jared’s glance swept over the takeout in Hayden’s hands.

“Okay, okay, consider me nosy,” Hayden said, eyeing the two bowls of porridge on the table and then looking back and forth between Jared and Tina, finally resting his gaze on Tina, “Who made this porridge? Surely not you?”

“Why not?” Tina raised an eyebrow.

“You made this?” Doubt and disdain nearly spilled from Hayden’s eyes, “Is it even edible?”

He quickly stopped Jared from trying the porridge, “Hold on, Mr. Farrell, I know you love your little fiancee like the sun and moon, and she could feed you poison and you’d eat it, but you’re just recovering. Don’t torture yourself. Eat mine.”

After saying this, Hayden reached out to replace Jared’s bowl with his takeout, but Jared frowned and held onto his bowl, knocking Hayden’s hand with his chopsticks.

“Say that again?” Tina narrowed her eyes, her cooking skills having improved under Jared’s tutelage, and Hayden still dared to criticize her.

“I better not repeat myself,” Hayden chuckled, his eyes saying it all.

“What if it’s tasty?” Tina asked coldly.

“If it’s tasty, I’ll eat a pound of salt,” Hayden declared boldly.

“Fine, you’ll eat,” Tina smirked, pushing her untouched bowl of porridge towards him.

Hayden raised an eyebrow, took a spoon, and cautiously tasted a bit. His eyes lit up unexpectedly-he hadn’t thought that Tina’s previously dreadful cooking could produce such delicious porridge. But then he remembered his bold claim, and his face fell.

“A pound of salt, don’t forget,” Tina said, reading his expression. He couldn’t deny the outcome.

Pleased, she got up to serve herself another bowl of porridge from the kitchen.

“Mr. Farrell…” Hayden looked pitifully at Jared for help.

“If you think a pound isn’t enough, add another,” Jared was not about to help him.

Defeated, Hayden slumped in his chair, staring resentfully at Tina’s bowl of porridge, thinking he might as well keep eating the porridge with a spoon.

In the kitchen, just as Tina finished serving her porridge, Jayden’s call came through.

She picked up, and Jayden’s voice was grave, “Young master, Wraith has escaped.”

“Escaped?” Tina frowned.

She had calculated the dosage of her poison well, considering Wraith’s skills, and by the time he had unlocked all his acupoints and detoxified himself, there should have beenample time to secure him in a special prison. Wraith, though twisted, was always competitive in medical and toxicological matters, and he strictly kept his promises. It was unthinkable that he would break his word.

“During his transport, we were attacked,” Jayden explained. “The attackers were heavily armed, and it seemed they were not just there to rescue him but rather to target his life. They used a rocket launcher, blowing up the prison van, and several of our brothers were injured.

“But Wraith didn’t die; someone saw him jump out and run.”

“Do we know who was behind it?” Tina’s brow furrowed deeper.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Not yet,” Jayden replied, frustration evident in his voice. “If our guys hadn’t been smart and spotted the ambush early, we might have been looking at more than just injuries.”

“Keep investigating,” Tina instructed after a moment’s thought, then added, “As for Wraith, tell Peter Crispin to chase him down, and let him know all the bounty is his if he succeeds.”

“He’s already on it,” Jayden chuckled.

Knowing about the bounty of $130 million on Wraith and Peter Crispin’s love for money, he had immediately grabbed his gear and went after him.

Tina silently sighed. They weren’t really poor, were they? Why did Peter always seem like he was fixated on money?

After hanging up with Jayden, Tina pondered for a moment. The team transporting Wraith wasn’t just from the Mountain Veil Order; there were also agents from a special department sent by higher authorities. The attackers’ bold move would surely attract attention from the top. What could be so important that they risked exposing themselves just to take Wraith’s life?

“Tina? What’s wrong?” Jared called out to her after she hadn’t emerged from the kitchen for a while.

“Nothing, just checking if we have enough salt for a pound,” Tina replied nonchalantly as she brought out the porridge.