Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1562

After confirming a few connection points and their approximate locations, he headed back.

He took a shower in the bathroom and upon opening the cupboard, was surprised to find a couple of sets of brand new hazmat suits.

Frowning, he instinctively glanced around the room. He hadn’t opened the cupboard when he first arrived, and he wondered if the suits had been there all along or if the woman had come in later.

The door was bolted, but she surely had a key, didn’t she? He lay on the bed, eyes closed, resting.

The next morning, he donned a hazmat suit, strapped on goggles, and left his room.

Sarah was already at the lab bench, arranging various reagents. Without inflection, she slid a tray toward him, “Take these outside to the personnel of Specimen 8.”

Ian nodded and took the tray. It held about a dozen test tubes, each filled with colorful liquids.

A thick door separated the core laboratory from the outside. It could be opened from the inside, but anyone wishing to enter from the outside had to ring the video intercom and wait for Sarah’s permission.

Ian opened the door and walked over a hundred meters to the central hall. This was the same place he had seen the night before, with glass test chambers numbered accordingly. He located Chamber 8 and set the tray down beside it.

Looking up, he noticed the boy from before was inside Chamber 8, lying still just as he had been last night. From his vantage point above, Ian hadn’t seen the chamber number.

The researchers sighed in relief upon seeing the liquids.

“Doctor finally brought the sedatives. Turn them into gas and pump it in.”

“Hurry up, if he goes berserk, we’ll all suffer.”

Standing aside, Ian watched someone place a test tube into a machine, and the boy in the glass chamber opened his eyes.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that for a moment, their gazes had met. Like the night before, the boy’s eyes were devoid of any emotion, as if he were staring at an inanimate object.

Ian frowned, overhearing the researchers, “Strange, he should be losing it by now. How has he been so quiet since last night?”

Philip’s usual mild expression was on the verge of disappearing. He had asked Phil last night if he had been with the mentor, and Phil had said no, explaining that his refusal had upset the mentor.

And now, as expected, the mentor was taking it out on him.

Philip couldn’t lay a finger on what he was thinking, only feeling he was caught between embarrassment and amusement. Had the mentor favored him because of a fancy for Phil? How young was he back then? The thought made him feel sick, his hand gradually clenched at his side.

Isaac was not pleased. Phil had rejected her the previous night. She had always had a penchant for pretty young men. Philip was hard to manipulate, but Phil had always been easy, always compliant with her demands, until he learned to resist.

Narrowing her eyes at the man before her, she spoke with loaded words, “Just keep an eye on the chairman's position; that's all. Even though Sarah rejected you, I've resubmitted your nomination. The higher-ups will reconsider. Philip, isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?”

The position of base chairman was covetable, and if Philip succeeded, he would be the youngest ever.

The mentor didn’t state it outright but implied that he should stop meddling in affairs that didn’t concern him.