The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me novel Chapter 47

It seemed that the news of John Walter’s field trip had been known to everyone in the village. The village head Lewis had been waiting outside the village with a couple of young men from the village since this morning.

The moment John Walter came into sight on the deck chair, they rushed to him immediately and respectfully. Lewis put on a big smile on his wrinkled face and greeted John Walter with a strong local accent, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Walter. You’re finally here. We’ve been expecting you for a couple of days.”

John Walter frowned and touched his nose with his hand, waving at Lewis with disgust, “Stay away from me! You stink.”

Lewis had put on a new grey robe for the occasion, but years of field work had made it hard for him to hide his earthy and sour smell.

John Walter was blunt about because he couldn’t care less about Lewis’s feelings.

Lewis’s response was surprisingly calm. He wasn’t mad at all. He took a few steps back as he had been told and bowed to John Walter while nodding along, “Yes, you’re right. Mr. Walter, you exclusive room is ready. Please come in and have a rest.”

“Ok, lead on!”

John Walter nodded with satisfaction. It had been really a long trip. The sex in the car and the bumpy road had taken a toll on him. He was exhausted.

“Yes, Mr. Walter, this way please.”

Lewis immediately made way for him and showed him the way to his room.

The Village of Giant Salamanders was an isolated village with twelve households and less than fifty residents. There was no other village in sight within a radius of one hundred miles.

All furniture and daily necessities in the village were primitive and ancient. There wasn’t even electricity, let alone TV set, computer or refrigerator.

John Walter was put in a newly-built large wooden house. The four bodyguards stood outside the door.

Joey and Sarah were temporarily put in the next-door neighbor’s house.

There were only two people in the neighbor’s house. One of them was an old blind woman in her sixties and the other one was a teenage lad who was strong and dark-skinned.

Sarah found him interesting, especially when he blushed. He would bite his lips, and there would be dimples on his face. He was very cute but masculine.

Marco looked at Sarah in bewilderment, “Everyone in the village has called me Marco since I was a little boy. My mother called me Marco. My fellow villagers have called me Marco. And you can call me Marco too.”

Sarah was amused by his earnestness, “All right, we’ll call you Marco.”

While Sarah teased the young man Marco, Joey, sitting next to her, felt very painful, “Sarah, stop messing with the boy. My feet hurt. I almost couldn’t feel anything.”

Sarah was instantly concerned about Joey’s wounds. But she wasn’t happy about what Joey had said half-jokingly, “I wasn’t messing with him. Don’t be so judgmental. I’m glad your feet hurt. Hahaha...”

Despite of what she had said, Sarah bent over to take off Joey’s blood-stained shoes.

Marco blushed to hear Joey’s comment. He was attracted to Sarah and his heart started to race.