Returning With A Thousand Favors By Flora Isabel

Chapter 455 

“Don’t move!” Simon suddenly interjected at the moment. 

Marina promptly maintained her current posture. 

“What’s the matter?” She couldn’t turn her head to face Simon due to her immobility. 

She had to stay motionless. 

In that instant, Simon moved closer, narrowing the distance between them. 

They were quite close now. 

Marina could distinctly feel the warmth of Simon’s breath on her face. 

A flicker of surprise danced in her eyes. 

“Simon, we are currently engaged in an important task, remember?” Marina whispered, her voice barely audible. 

“I am indeed occupied with an important task. Simon replied earnestly, his gaze fixed on Marina’s crimson lips. 

“What kind of important task is this?” Marina shot him a glance, her voice tinged with a hint of playful reproach. 

Considering the demanding nature of their recent activities and the multitude of tasks they faced daily, Marina decided it had been quite some time since they had found an opportunity for intimacy. 

Presently, with only the two of them in this dimly lit space, his impulse was understandable. 

“Well… this place is a bit dirty. How about we return to the bedro…?” Marina suggested, already convincing herself to compromise. 

But before she could finish her sentence, Simon took the handkerchief from her hand. 

“What?” 

What was going on? 

Marina turned her head in confusion, looking at Simon. 

However, at that moment, Simon seemed oblivious to Marina’s bewilderment. 

Holding the handkerchief, he aimed it at a nearby window. 

Instantly, the floor became dotted with faint imprints, forming coherent letters when connected. 

“This is…” Marina finally noticed the situation on the ground, her face displaying a mix of surprise and confusion. 

“I saw these letters on your face earlier, but they were faint then. I thought I might have been mistaken, but it seems I’m not, and they’re real,” Simon said as he adjusted the angle once again. 

However, the projected letters on the ground still appeared somewhat distorted and barely legible. 

It felt like they were dislocated. 

Marina’s eyebrows furrowed as a thought struck her. She looked at Simon and said, “Let me try, Simon.” 

Simon promptly handed her the handkerchief. 

“Turn on the flashlight on your phone, Marina instructed. 

Simon followed her instructions, holding the phone behind Marina. 

Marina told Simon 46 stand behind her with the phone raised. 

The flashlight beam was stronger than the ambient light, making the projections more distinct. 

Therefore, the letters became more legible. 

Marina focused on the fragmented letters cast upon the ground, folding the handkerchief in her hands. 

These letters were now pretty recognizable, even in their fragmented state. 

As Marina folded the handkerchief, the projected words on the ground gradually regained their legibility and coherence. 

“It worked!” Marina exclaimed, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. 

Simon, standing behind Marina, directed his gaze towards the ground. 

“South… Mountain… Tomb,” Marina pronounced each character slowly. 

“What does it mean?” Marina turned her head, seeking Simon’s explanation. 

She wondered if his mother had mentioned it to him before. 

12.02 

Chapter 455 

Simon shook his head. 

“As far as I can recall, my mother never mentioned this to me.” 

“Are you sure? If she didn’t, why would she leave this message on the handkerchief she gave you?” Marina’s tone carried a hint of doubt. 

Perhaps it was something personal that his mother wanted to reveal to him, she thought. 

Simon had always carried the handkerchief since he was a child, and his mother must have known he wouldn’t lose it. 

Therefore, she left a message on it. 

“Let’s check it first, Marina suggested, placing the handkerchief down and reaching for her phone. 

She quickly entered the letters “South Mountain Tomb” into the browser. 

Yet, as the search results appeared, Marina’s expression froze. “What’s wrong?” Simon asked, perplexed. 

“This is an ancient tomb that my mother excavated in the past,” Marina explained as she raised her phone to show Simon. 

The news dated back almost twenty years. 

It was said that a local farmer had discovered the tomb while preparing to build a house. 

It was named South Mountain Tomb due to its location in a mountain called South Mountain. 

“The tomb was unidentified, and its occupant wasn’t a particularly notable figure,” Marina continued. 

“There were no valuable historical artifacts inside, so it didn’t receive much attention. Over time, it faded from people’s 

memories.” 

“Do you think my mother left the final key in this tomb?” Simon inquired. 

“At first, it was merely a guess. I wanted to see if I could find any useful clues. 

“If it were an ordinary tomb, I probably wouldn’t have connected the dots,” Marina analyzed thoughtfully. 

“However, since my mother was the researcher who excavated this tomb and she was a close friend of your mother, I believe there must be a connection.” 

Marina analyzed it very seriously, and her analysis sounded quite reasonable. 

“Then let’s head to South Mountain immediately, Simon said firmly. 

“Alright!” Marina agreed on it right away. 

After all, it was Simon’s lifelong dream, one thing he must resolve in this life. 

And the sooner they accomplished it, the sooner she could see his wish come true. 

However, before heading to South Mountain, Marina made a quick stop to see Peter Moore. 

Perhaps due to the terrifying experience they had gone through before. Peter’s mother, Daisy, had been keeping a close eye 

on him. 

She even refused to let him step out of the house. 

If it weren’t for Peter’s father’s objection, Daisy would have been by his side even while he slept. 

Understanding how scared his mother was, Peter didn’t argue and complied with her constant monitoring. 

He could only move under his mother’s surveillance every day. 

Marina’s visi finally provided Peter with a temporary excuse to escape Daisy’s watchful gaze. 

With a brief word to his mother, asking for a leave, he immediately led Marina to his room. 

As he slumped into a chair, exhaustion etched across his face, Peter sighed heavily. 

“Thank goodness you’re here. I don’t think I could have endured much longer.” 

Observing Daisy’s demeanor earlier, Marina remained composed as she calmly settled into another chair. 

“You know, Aunt Daisy is just worried about you,” she reassured him, her tone slow and impassive. 

“I know it, but I can’t stay locked up at home forever, even if I’m feeling unwell and need a good rest,” Peter replied, his voice tinged with resignation. 

“Alright. By the way, how have you been lately? Any episodes that you couldn’t control?” Marina wasted no time and got straight to the point, aware of the urgency.