Alexander Parker really liked the night, especially the damp and icy night right after the rain. At times like these, dissecting a perfectly beautiful human body with his own hands would make him even happier.
He was crazily eager to see Isabella Weaver.
But before meeting Isabella, he tossed aside every sharp tool he carried, even trimmed his nails, to prevent himself from accidentally hurting her in his joy.
An hour later, he appeared at the guesthouse.
"Little Isabella, why haven't you slept yet?"
Alexander Parker was in an excellent mood, wandering around the guesthouse, marveling at the stark difference between his two cousins — one was as foolish as a pig and didn't study, while the other was exceptionally smart and diligently studious.
He sure liked the right person!
Of course, his cheerful mood wasn't because of this, but because his hunch was spot-on: Isabella Weaver and her fiancé weren't living together as he predicted.
"How do you know I'm staying here?"
