Chapter 11
Sylvie turned to take one last glimpse of the city before climbing the airstair. This place was filled with so many memories, especially of Soren.
Without another glance, she turned and walked into the cabin. She would leave the past behind, right where it belonged.
The flight to Elyndria climbed slowly into the clouds, leaving just a faint streak in the sky before disappearing from view.
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Sylvie spent two weeks recovering at a private hospital in Fremoria, a country in Elyndria, and her condition slowly improved.
She gazed out the window at the vibrant scenery–golden sunshine poured on the lush green grass, and couples sat together enjoying picnics. In the distance, the Etrielle Tower stood tall against the bright blue sky, capturing her attention.
Once her test results finally met the discharge requirements, Sylvie left the hospital. Standing in the sunlight, she felt a newfound lightness in her body and mind. Now, she knew she could finally move forward. She wouldn’t waste another second thinking about Soren’s indifference or worrying over Zoe’s lingering presence.
At this moment, Sylvie was a different person. She’d taken control of her own future. She returned to the Clarkes‘ villa by the Saelisse River and dove into planning her trip across Elyndria.
A few days later, Sylvie walked through the streets of Reldor wearing a wide–brimmed straw hat and a loose white lace dress. She stopped in front of Reldor’s ancient ruins and gazed up at the remains of the Temple of Vespera, amazed by the sight.
After that, she headed to the Terenza Fountain in the middle of Reldor. She sat on the edge of the wishing fountain, holding a coconut ice cream cone she’d bought from a street vendor.
As she watched the tourists and passersby, she quietly savored her own little moment in Reldor.
Just then, a man in white pants and a white shirt approached her. He stopped in front of her and took off his sunglasses.
Sylvie glanced up and noticed the man with strikingly handsome features. His deep–set eyes were a bright blue, like the shimmering ocean.
Thinking she might be in his way, she started to stand, but he grabbed her wrist. “Ms. Clarke, don’t you recognize me?”
Under Reldor’s sun, the man’s warm smile made her heart pound.
Damn those good looks! Sylvie scolded herself for being so easily captivated by his charm. She gave him a bright smile.
“You are?”
The man shrugged but kept smiling. “I was your attending physician at Presworth Private Hospital, Ms. Clarke.”
Sylvie stared at him blankly, so he raised a hand to cover everything below his eyes, like a surgical mask would. “Does this help jog your memory?”
As she studied his face, it slowly matched the image of the hospital doctor–the one who’d always worn a white mask. Then, it clicked.
“I’m so sorry, Dr. Yule. I didn’t recognize you without your mask.‘
Lance Yule smiled in return. “If you truly mean that apology, maybe you’d be willing to join me for a tour of Reldor?”
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