Though they were just fragments, the memories couldn't be fake. This meant the other Javier Sinclair truly was a manifestation of a wisp of his Primordial Spirit.
Perhaps because of this realization, Javier Sinclair's gaze shifted to Celeste Grant. The moment their eyes met, images subconsciously flashed through his mind, as if from his own past experiences.
'Those images were…'
In a bamboo forest at night.
His large hand was clasped around the woman's slender waist as he leaned down to kiss her.
Then, in a gloomy grand hall, a heavily pregnant woman had sought him out, speaking to him in a rage. "So you dare to do the deed but not take responsibility? The type to pull up your pants and deny everything? I've only ever been with you. If this child wasn't yours, why would I come looking for you? You're a leader of The Demonic Sects; why would I seek you out for no good reason?"
