Chapter 122

Walter glanced at his phone's calendar and said, "Day after tomorrow. Tickets are booked. Just be ready."

"Sure, no problem," Christina nodded.

"It's pretty far north, so it might be cold. Pack some warm clothes," Walter added thoughtfully.

Christina nodded, making a mental note.

As she was about to eat, she suddenly saw William.

Thinking about his recent pestering, Christina felt a wave of anxiety. But to her surprise, he ignored her and went straight to a private room upstairs.

Walter didn't notice and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Christina shook her head and forced a smile, "Nothing."

William, sitting on the second floor, watched them for a long time before calling Bob.

"Check what Walter's been up to lately."

After Christina went back and started preparing, Kaitlyn found out and was reluctant to see her go.

"Why don't you take me with you?"

Christina sighed, "I'm going for work, not for fun. I'll bring you a gift when I get back."

"Alright," Kaitlyn pouted.

"And you and Stanley..." Christina raised an eyebrow. Since she left the hospital that day, there had been some interaction between them.

Kaitlyn sighed, "Don't tease me. He's just a clueless idiot."

"Okay, just let it be," Christina shrugged.

Walter had everything prepared.

He arranged a car to take her to the airport, using the VIP lane, so there was no need to queue. She only saw him again in first class.

Walter kindly placed a blanket over her legs, "It might get a bit cold."

"Thanks," Christina smiled.

After nearly seven hours, they finally reached their destination. As soon as they got off the plane, a cold wind hit them like a knife.

Walter draped his coat over her shoulders, his face full of tenderness, "I told you, it's colder here. You should've dressed warmer."

"I didn't expect it to be this cold," Christina exhaled, her breath turning into a cloud of mist in the cold air.

They took a car to the hotel, which had a classic European decor, resembling a castle.

Christina had her luggage sent to her room and went to the hotel restaurant with Walter.

"What's the plan for tomorrow?"

After ordering, Walter said, "We're attending the banquet we were invited to. You'll need to dress up."

"No problem, I'll follow your lead," Christina smiled and nodded.

On their way back after dinner, Christina felt like someone was watching her. She turned around and saw a pale face flash at the end of the hallway, making her scream.

Walter quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

Christina hesitated, "I think someone was spying on me."

"Really? Maybe you were mistaken?" Walter turned around. The hallway was empty, with an old-fashioned decor that felt both ancient and mysterious.

The dim lighting added to the eerie atmosphere.

Christina sighed, "It's nothing. I must've been mistaken. Let's go rest. That seven-hour flight was exhausting."

"How about we share a room?" Walter suggested, concerned.

"No way," Christina laughed, "People might get the wrong idea, and then I'd be blamed for ruining your chances of getting married."

Walter wanted to say more, but Christina quickly walked to her room, leaving him to follow.

The next morning, as sunlight streamed in, the hotel's mysterious aura seemed to lift, replaced by warmth.

There were only a few guests, scattered around.

Christina dressed up, wearing a black velvet gown that accentuated her figure, with a white mink shawl over her shoulders. Her flawless skin glowed, making her look even more stunning.

Walter's face lit up with admiration when he saw her.

"You look beautiful."

Christina smiled, "Thank you."

They arrived at the banquet. When the doors opened, all eyes turned to them.

Christina heard someone behind her say, "Look at her, golden hair, blue eyes. She's as beautiful as a doll."

She confidently waved and smiled at the crowd.

Walter greeted the host and then whispered to Christina, "Everyone's looking at you. You're like the star of the night."

"Stop teasing me," Christina blushed.

Walter chuckled, "I feel like I've got every man's envy tonight."

"Well, I've got every woman's jealousy," Christina replied casually.

A sudden voice interrupted their banter.

"He's right. Every man here envies him. That velvet dress suits you perfectly, though you look adorable even without it."

They turned to see a man in a tuxedo, holding a glass of champagne. His pale face and somber demeanor gave him an eerie elegance.

Christina was surprised, "You understand what we're saying?"

He smiled, "My great-grandfather fled here during the war. Though he married a local woman, he never forgot to teach us his native language."

"I see. Nice to meet you," Christina greeted.

"Welcome. I toast to your journey," the man raised his glass, his eyes fixed on Christina.

Christina felt uneasy, his gaze like a snake's, making her uncomfortable.

She smiled politely, "I toast to you too."

"I'm Matthew Moore," he introduced himself.

Despite her discomfort, Christina smiled, "I'm Christina Windsor, and this is my companion, Walter Cavendish."

"Pleasure to meet you. Enjoy the party," Matthew's eyes lingered on them before he smiled.

Just then, the host came to find him.