Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 457

Easton had come too, determined to finish his studies.

Alicia tensed up, her gaze flicking instinctively to Tyrone. She couldn’t help worrying that Tyrone might be wary of Easton—and that, more than anything, she didn’t want Easton to know she was alive.

But Tyrone made no move to hide. Instead, he simply smiled at Easton. “Hungry? Go wash up, let’s eat together.”

Easton sniffled, visibly emotional at seeing Tyrone, though it was obvious he’d already known Tyrone was alive. “Bro…”

Alicia shot Tyrone a suspicious look. “Easton already knew you were alive, didn’t he?”

So she was the only one left guessing in the dark?

“I left him a coded message,” Tyrone murmured in explanation.

He’d left one for Alicia, too—having Felix bring her a bouquet of white lilies as a signal.

Alicia huffed, turning away from Tyrone in annoyance. He kept everything wrapped in secrecy.

They’d known each other since childhood, yet Tyrone still refused to be honest.

Seeing Alicia storm off to her room, Tyrone hurried after her.

“Is my sister-in-law mad at you again?” Easton asked, bewildered.

“Maybe it’s her hormones—pregnancy’s been rough,” Winnie replied, her eyes fixed longingly on the bread basket. She sneakily grabbed a slice of cranberry bread and tossed another piece to Easton.

…

Upstairs, Alicia sat on the bed, arms crossed. Tyrone knelt beside her, coaxing softly, “Are you angry? I swear, I didn’t mean to keep anything from you.”

“We’ve known each other since we were kids.” Alicia’s gaze was steady. “When my eyes were almost blinded in that fire, you were there, weren’t you? The old man selling sweets in Harboridge—the one you visited back home in Grandcrest—he was your family’s butler, wasn’t he? And that big golden retriever…”

Before leaving, Alicia had made a special trip to that busy street in Harboridge. She’d seen the old man at the dessert shop, and the two golden retrievers—one large, one small—lounging by the door.

Tyrone’s eyes widened; it was clear Alicia had pieced together his secrets.

Alicia glared at him. How could anyone be this thick-skinned?

“Fine. I’ve decided—I’ll invite my uncle over for dinner, just to make it up to you!” she gritted out.

Tyrone instantly surrendered, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Alright, alright, it’s all my fault… Just don’t put the two of us in a room together, we’ll end up brawling.”

Alicia hesitated. “Why are things between you and my uncle so bad? Is it only because of what happened when you were a kid…?”

Because Tyrone had been forced to take his own mother’s life when he was young?

But even then, her uncle should have understood—Tyrone had no choice. It was Marcus Lynch, the rigid family alliances, all those suffocating rules that led to tragedy…

“It wasn’t just that,” Tyrone said quietly, clearing his throat, awkward.

Clearly, there was still so much about Tyrone that Alicia didn’t know.