Chapter 1216: 636: Extra: The Little White Rabbit Falls for the Trap, the Big Bad Wolf Sneaks a Laugh 2

The lights in the room suddenly dimmed at this moment. Immersed in her thoughts, Alice Robinson snapped back to reality, looking at the pitch-black surroundings.

Afraid of the dark, her body immediately sprang from the bed and rushed to the door.

As soon as she opened the door, she dashed out of the room like a locomotive, accidentally bumping into a solid chest.

Alice cried out in pain, rubbing her sore nose and looking at the person she collided with.

The fire in the fireplace on the first floor was already blazing, illuminating the two people on the second floor.

Alice stared dully at Chester Robinson, who had already changed his clothes, and grumbled, "Why did the power suddenly go out?"

Chester replied, "The island relies on a generator for electricity. Sometimes when the generator has issues, there will be a blackout."

"Oh..."

"I’ve asked the servant to check the generator. If it can be fixed, the power will come back on tonight."

Alice glanced around. Although the firewood in the first-floor fireplace brightened the entire villa, the surrounding area still felt dim.

Chester said, "I was worried you’d be scared of the dark alone, so I’m here to check on you."

Alice then noticed Chester’s shirt buttons weren’t completely done up. Obviously, he had been changing clothes, and the power outage made him rush over without finishing.

Alice said awkwardly, "Sorry for bumping into you earlier."

Chester chuckled, "Who else is as afraid of the dark as you?"

Alice muttered softly, "You know I’m afraid of the dark."

With a doting air, Chester tapped Alice’s cute nose, "Useless ghost..."

"Stop mentioning ghosts."

The smile on Chester’s lips deepened, "When I’m here, what are you afraid of?"

At this time, the servant had lit candles in Alice’s room.

Only then did Alice’s fear wane a little, suddenly realizing she was tightly clutching his arm.

Quickly letting go, she complained, "What a lousy island..."

Chester looked at Alice’s adorable expression when she complained with amusement.

Alice opened her mouth to say something, but when she lifted her eyes, she met his deep, shining black gaze.

Alice’s heart skipped a beat. Avoiding his penetrating gaze, she said, "I want to sleep."

Chester nodded, "Then I’ll keep you company until you fall asleep and then I’ll leave."

Alice hurriedly replied, "Uh... no need. The room’s bright now; I’m not afraid anymore." She admitted she was using reason to control her heart at that moment.

She couldn’t get too close to him; her heart would become increasingly chaotic.

Chester asked seriously, "Are you sure you can manage on your own?"

Alice turned to look at the room.

Honestly, she was very timid. Even with candles lit, the dim feeling in the room still frightened her, especially the flickering candlelight, which felt ghostly, deepening her fear. On her first night at Foam Island, she had him stay with her all night because she couldn’t dispel this fear.

Fear was pulling at Alice’s rationality...

Chester was adept at reading people. He added, "Alright, if you can manage alone, then I’ll stay in the room opposite. Call me if you need anything... There’s some wind at night, remember to close the window, otherwise it might make noises."

Usually, there’s a sea breeze at night. With lights on, the breeze swaying the curtains feels romantic, but when the lights are replaced by candles, this sea breeze...

Alice’s mind subconsciously conjured a frightening scene, and nearly as Chester finished speaking, Alice hurriedly blurted out, "Let’s chat for a while!"

She didn’t want to openly ask him to stay, so she had to put it another way.

Little did Alice know she was stepping into Chester’s trap... Of course, there was no hint of anything unusual on Chester’s face.

He said, "Alright, let’s chat for a while."

Alice nodded.

Even though candles were lit in the room, the light was still dim.

With Chester there, Alice’s fear completely vanished, yet it was she who invited him in for a chat, and now, she didn’t know what to talk about with him.

It seemed there was no topic for them to discuss, so the silent atmosphere felt somewhat strange.

A single man and woman alone in a room; this atmosphere was naturally not ordinary.

Luckily, Chester got up from the sofa, walked to the room’s wine cabinet, and broke the tense atmosphere by saying, "Howard Geoffrey preserved quite a lot of wines here, including those from Porto Vineyard, which was your dad’s favorite when he was alive."

Porto Vineyard is said to be the predecessor of "Sally"... Years ago, Alice’s grandfather fell in love with the red wines from "Porto Vineyard." He went to great lengths to acquire "Porto," which was later renamed "Sally," so now, wines from "Porto Vineyard" are very rare.