Chapter 95
Nash froze for a moment, his mind racing. How did Hunter know about Skadi’s accident? It almost sounded as if Hunter believed Skadi had died. Was the Hill family behind what had happened tonight?
To test his theory, Nash quickly typed a response: [Why did you do it?]
Hunter’s reply was almost immediate, accompanied by a surprised emoji. A few seconds later, his message came through: [You know everything?]
Nash continued the conversation: [Crow told me.]
Hunter immediately sent a voice message, his tone unnervingly soft and calculated. “Hera, Skadi is an obstacle in my pursuit of you. I did this to be with you.”
The corners of Nash’s mouth twitched in irritation. He typed back, his response sharp: [Alright then. Don’t you want photos of my legs? I’ll send them to you later.]
Hunter, thrilled by the promise, quickly responded: [Why don’t we just video call? It’s nighttime now anyway.]
As soon as the call came through, Nash ended it without hesitation. Hunter tried repeatedly to call again, but each time Nash rejected him.
Hunter’s messages flooded in:
[Hera, why aren’t you answering…]
[I’m already going to show you my legs. Don’t push it!]
[Hehehe, alright then. Hurry up! I can’t wait!]
In the Hill family’s villa, Hunter grabbed a roll of toilet paper from his bedside table, the anticipation palpable. He saw a few photos pop up on WhatsApp from Hera. His eyes widened when he looked at the images of long, slender legs, but there was something odd.
[???]
[Hera, why do you have so much hair on your legs?]
[Hera?]
Hunter sent several more messages, but Hera didn’t respond.
Frustrated, he muttered to himself, “Forget it. So what if she has leg hair? Once we’re married, I’ll take her to the best beauty salon, and they’ll take care of it.” He then forwarded the photos to the planning department of his company with a note:
[Somebody… Please remove the leg hair…]
Back in the apartment, Nash, still holding Hera’s phone, cleared the chat with a wicked smile tugging at his lips.
At that very moment, Hera stirred, accidentally slapping the wound on Nash’s abdomen.
“Ouch! What the hell…” Nash grimaced, unable to hide the sharp spike of pain.
His pain wasn’t from his tolerance—this was a different kind of hurt. Even someone as resilient as him couldn’t have been prepared for such sudden pain.
Hera slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze landed on Nash. She quickly shot up, startled. “What—what’s going on?”
Nash remained calm, though a sheen of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Hera, thinking she was dreaming, blinked a few times and then pinched his solid abdomen muscles.
Nash’s lips twitched in discomfort. Before he could stop her, he suddenly pushed Hera back down onto the bed. His voice was low and strained. “Stop pinching me. It hurts.”
Hera looked confused, tilting her head. “Does it? I don’t feel anything.”
“Would you like to try pinching yourself?” Nash shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Hera raised an eyebrow, then pinched her own arm. “Ow! It hurts! So this isn’t a dream?” Her eyes widened with realization. “Wait… did you really rescue me and Skadi? Where are we? Is Skadi okay?”
Nash rolled over, lying flat on his back, trying to relax. “Skadi is fine. Her grandfather picked her up.”
Hera exhaled in relief, her heart easing at the news. “How did you know we were there?”
Nash shrugged casually. “I looked for the police.”
It was then that Hera noticed the bloodstains on the white shirt beneath Nash’s suit. Her eyes went wide with panic. “Nash! Your stomach! How did you get hurt?”