Chapter 1117 Heather of the Other Shore Flower Sea (141)

"..."

"This place can serve as a home for now. At home, you don’t need to dress so formally—try something more casual."

Excuse me, do high heels count as casual shoes?

So, does this mean she’ll need to walk around the house in high heels? Are they certain the people downstairs won’t file a complaint?

Heather turned back and pulled out a dress that could almost be considered an evening gown. "What about this one then?"

She didn’t say what it was, so Nian Shen had no choice but to lift his head, glance at it briefly, then lower his head again and say indifferently, "My position often requires me to attend important events. You’ll need to dress formally and properly so you can accompany me. As for security concerns, such events are generally very safe—there’s no need to worry about that. If someone wanted to kill me, they wouldn’t choose an occasion with so many people, right? It would be too inconvenient, and any mistake could end up killing the wrong person. It wouldn’t benefit them at all, and on top of that, it would alert me and cost them the opportunity."

Heather froze slightly. "How do you know so much about this?"

"Isn’t this common sense?"

Common sense?

Heather began to doubt whether she was being overly sensitive. She always found herself analyzing his words twice over, even adding reasons to justify her conclusions.

But upon calming down and thinking it through, it wasn’t quite like that.

What Nian Shen said made sense—it was closer to common sense.

"It’s getting late—get some rest," Nian Shen said, closing his magazine. "Since that person failed, he likely won’t be coming back tonight. Rest easy."

Actually, Heather slept very poorly that night.

She woke up frequently.

When she finally drifted into deep sleep, she had a nightmare.

She dreamed someone broke in, and even though she clearly heard them, her body was unable to move.

She was lying here in this very room, yet she could somehow see that person walking into Nian Shen’s bedroom. She saw him pull out a gun and, without hesitation, fire a shot directly into Nian Shen’s chest.

In the darkness, she could see the blood bursting forth from his chest, and gradually...

Nian Shen’s face slowly twisted, and eventually...

It turned into Ah Nian’s face.

"Ah—"

Ah Nian!

In the instant she woke up, she screamed in terror and sat bolt upright in bed.

Her breathing became rapid and difficult.

Her hand pressed against her chest, still shaken.

The dream felt so real.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

She was startled: "Who is it?"

"It’s me," Nian Shen’s voice replied.

The door opened, and the light from the living room spilled in. Nian Shen was standing outside.

Nian Shen was perfectly fine—nothing had happened.

Seeing him unharmed, Heather’s tense heart finally eased after the nightmare.

Thank goodness it was only a dream...

It must have been because she’d been thinking about it too much during the day.

Her voice was weary: "Mr. Nian, why aren’t you asleep yet?"

"I felt thirsty and came out to get a glass of water. Then I heard you scream and thought something had happened."

"Sorry..." She leaned her head against the doorframe, eyes closed. "I had a terrible nightmare."

Nian Shen reached out and, using the sleeve of his bathrobe, dabbed at her forehead.

She felt it and opened her eyes.

He was wiping the cold sweat from her forehead.

"If even you found the dream scary, it must have been truly horrifying."

"Yeah... It was terrible..."

She would rather be the one to die herself than witness something happen to Ah Nian. Let alone seeing it all unfold in front of her eyes...

Nothing could be more terrifying.

She didn’t dodge Nian Shen’s hand but instead looked at him steadily and said, "I dreamed that Ah Nian died."