Raised From The Wild-Chapter 344: He Smells Like Him

’Marx Skylar vanished without a trace two years ago. He’s most likely dead. Besides, Charles Gray is the longtime godson of one of Uropa’s most influential figures. How could he possibly be Marx?’ Stephane thought to himself as he watched the duo walk toward the entrance to the Administration Building.

A sleek black car sat waiting in front of them, its polished exterior gleaming in the sunlight. Charles Gray was quick to anticipate Amaya’s needs. He swiftly opened the back passenger door for her before the driver could even make a move.

Princess Amaya gracefully inclined her head to bid the Dean of Sports and Stephane goodbye before stepping into the awaiting car. She said soft gratitude to Charles, who closed the door gently before circling the vehicle to enter from the opposite side.

Stephane remained silent for some time. The Dean of Sports attempted to get his attention multiple times, but he appeared oblivious, deeply absorbed in his thoughts.

Detective Meyers stepped out from the admin building’s glass door and found Stephane Gray and that arrogant dean of what university was that? As soon as the dean began to walk away, the detective hastened over to where Stephane was waiting.

"Stephane Gray, I have been looking for you for a long time..."

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Meanwhile, a black Bently cruised along the main highway toward the campus of the University of Uropa.

"Princess, I would like to apologize on behalf of the university for what happened to you earlier. You were apprehended in front of so many people, and it sparked widespread speculation on the internet. I assure you I will release a formal statement to clarify the situation." Charles spoke gently and with concern as he addressed the Princess.

The driver in front glanced at Charles in the rearview mirror. He couldn’t fathom that his employer, whom he’d chauffeured for two years and always thought of as cold and unfeeling, could speak and look so tenderly. His momentary distraction caused the car to veer to the right. As he abruptly yanked the wheel to the left, Amaya, who hadn’t fastened her seat belt yet, was flung to the left, colliding with Charles Gray’s right side.

Amaya’s face turned the color of a ripe beet as embarrassment flooded her. She instinctively started to shift to the right, but then a subtle blend of musk, sandalwood, patchouli, and cedar wafted toward her, capturing her senses. In a state of confusion, she turned her head to find Charles’s man looking back at her. His body was longer than her, causing his gaze to be slightly above her head, and the sight left her momentarily dazed.

Their eyes remained locked for what felt like an eternity. Amaya’s light brown eyes darkened, revealing a depth of sorrow and solitude that seemed to consume her from within.

"Are you alright, Princess?" Charles’ voice was hoarse.

Amaya was jolted back to reality, her cheeks flushing for the second time. She quickly shifted to the right, putting space between herself and Charles Gray.

"I’m sorry," she said softly, her voice tinged with melancholy. Gazing at the passing scenery, she momentarily forgot to fasten her seatbelt.

Suddenly, she felt a warmth occupying her personal space. Amaya stiffened and dared not breathe. Charles reached out for the seat belt and buckled it up for her.

She again caught a whiff of the familiar fragrance that had been absent from her life for far too long. Although she longed to gaze upward, fear held her back.

"Thank you." She murmured softly

"It’s nothing," Charles replied, his voice carrying an unusual hint of gentleness. After his response, a long stretch of silence filled the car, heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

Charles couldn’t help but sneak a quick look at the elegant black timepiece gracing her wrist. "The striking red strap on your watch is quite fashionable and seems really durable. Where did you discover such a stylish piece?"

Princess Amaya absentmindedly raised her wrist to examine the watch. "Oh, this?" she said with a smile. "I designed this myself and had a friend bring it to life. It’s crafted from a special type of rubber built to endure intense shock waves and high temperatures."

"No wonder I cannot find it online," Charles commented. "Can I order it through the princess?"

Princess Amaya tilted her head and studied Charles’ profile. Her heart skipped a beat. From her angle, she noticed that Charles’ side profile bore a striking resemblance to that of Marx.

"Sure. I’ll create a design for you, Chancellor." Then, in a voice lower than a whisper, she added, ’Why do you remind me so much of Marx? Why do I keep on thinking about Marx these days?’

Charles Gray’s eyes flickered. He has a keen hearing, so he heard what Princess Amaya said.

"Do you have remaining events?" Charles tried to break the awkward silence.

"Yes, Donello and I are all set for the mixed event tomorrow," she answered, her eyes fixed on the stunning beach trees adorning the boulevard. As autumn approached, the leaves of the trees transitioned into a striking rusty-red hue, providing Amaya with an inspiring sight that would influence her upcoming jewelry design series.

Charles glanced over at Amaya and was momentarily captivated by the sight of her profile silhouetted against a backdrop of vibrant copper-red tree leaves. He was so entranced that he didn’t look away until the car began to slow down and the driver announced their arrival.

"Sir, we have arrived!"

Charles wanted to get out of the car to open the door for the princess, but Amaya was very fast. She had already gotten out of the car. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Thank you so much for the ride, Chancellor." She gently closed the door and hurried to the archery arena.

Charles Gray watched her until she completely disappeared from his view. The driver tactfully waited before he spoke.

"Sir, Miss Black is looking for you. She is the last performer in the dressage, and it will be her turn soon."

Charles Gray pondered for a while before instructing his driver to go back. He took his cell phone and tapped on the first name on his contact.

"I forwarded a video to you. Release it on the Battle of the Titans official website."

Charles Gray listened to the man on the other line speak.

"So it is her!"