83. Fake Trail

Natalie pulled her jacket closer to reduce the chill that stung her skin. The brown jacket with thick material that Dimas gave her really succeeded in providing warmth to Natalie's body.

Natalie's head was covered by the hood of her jacket and pulled the strings so that the hood tightened over her face. There were so many mosquitoes that it made Natalie uncomfortable to sleep.

On the floor was an open book showing neatly lined letters that Natalie couldn't read. Natalie recalled the lessons Dimas gave and tried to apply them to the letters so that she could read them.

"Di… mas. Law… rence." After several misspellings, Natalie finally felt sure that what she was saying was now correct.

Natalie's eyes lit up with joy because she finally got to know the name of the young master who had been helping her all this time. Natalie smiled broadly expressing her unstoppable joy.

"Dimas Lawrence. Finally, I can find out his name!" Natalie shrieked with joy.