Mo Jun Tian trembled all over, hugging his arms tightly. "Sister, do you know that your knife-hidden-in-a-smile look is terrifying?"
"Of course I know," Heather replied with her usual nonchalant smile. "Thatâs why they fear me."
Her acting skills were practically flawless; otherwise...
Luo Xuan wouldnât have wanted, even in death, to award her an Oscar for Best Actress.
Luo Xuan...
Thinking about this person, Heather couldnât quite discern her feelings.
He was deeply twisted, wasnât he? From the start, it was a sick, raw desire for her body, wanting to possess her utterly, and later, his desire escalated to wanting her heart.
In the end, if Night Hawk had permitted, he probably would have wanted to whisk her away from the organizationâto live a fairy-tale life in his own castle as a Prince and Princess, perhaps?
Yet even up to the moment Luo Xuan died, she didnât know his real nameâwho he truly was, where he came from, or what kind of experiences had shaped him into the person he had become.
But maybe... maybe thatâs just how life works. There are things we know and many others we will never know in this lifetime.
Mo Jun Tian, witnessing Heatherâs completely composed attitude about all this, watched her indifferently talk while restoring everything back to its original place.
Which meant, this kind of situation had certainly occurred more than once before.
"So... you live here alone?" He began helping her return the items to their positions.
"Mhm, thatâs right. Why, is something wrong?"
"Have you thought about moving into the city? I mean, this place is ridiculously far, getting around must be inconvenient. Also, I checked earlierâthere are barely any residents nearby. If something happens, you wouldnât even have anyone to call for help."
Heather straightened up and returned a wry smile. "Donât you think that if it came to the point that I needed to call for help, whoever happened to pass by would just become collateral damage anyway?"
"..."
"You havenât seen what Iâm capable of yet, have you? Someday Iâll show youâtrust me, youâll get it then. Your concern shouldnât be for me; you should be worrying about whether the intruders end up losing an arm or a leg instead. If Iâm in a good mood, I might even let them go."
"...And if youâre in a bad mood?"
"Hmm... Iâll slap a dog leash on them, tie them up outside. I could use a guard dogâsomeone to bite those coming to rob me. Plus, itâll serve as a nice little warning too. Ah, Iâve always struggled to find a foolproof solution; this might actually work!"
"..." Cold sweat trickled down Mo Jun Tianâs back. "Queen Sister, youâre seriously dark! So, this is the kind of stuff youâre into!"
It didnât take long to sort everything out, given how sparse the place was. But as he took another look at Heatherâs stark, spartan living conditions, Mo Jun Tian sighed melancholically. "I still think you should look for a place in the city. Have you forgotten what my family does? Getting you an ideal spot would be a piece of cake! Whether you want an apartment or a villa, just say the word! You helped me out so much last timeâI owe you one!"
"Alright, enough talk. Iâm fine here. I always get up at dawn for training anyway, so running to the city can just count as part of my workout. After getting used to all the hustle and bustle, returning to some tranquility doesnât seem so bad."
Once all was tidied up, Heather politely poured him a glass of water. "Only water here. If you want alcohol, go somewhere else."
"Water works," Mo Jun Tian chuckled slyly, raising an eyebrow. "This is your cup, isnât it? So, which side do you drink from?"
Heather shot him a sharp glare.
"Drink up and get going. I still need to report to the film crew."