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Chapter 150
Hera found it hard to imagine that Nash had been wandering the world at such a young age, barely 17 or 18, with such a turbulent past. It seemed almost surreal, especially after hearing about the difficult journey of the King of Fighters, Mike. Yet, as Nash smiled at her, he gently brushed off the weight of the film’s narrative.
“It’s just a movie,” he said with a lighthearted chuckle. “Some parts are exaggerated, so don’t take it too seriously. Besides, haven’t you seen my body before? Did you spot any gunshot wounds?”
Hera pouted and replied teasingly, “With how good your medical skills are, of course not.”
Nash gave her small, soft hand a gentle squeeze. “It happened a long time ago. Don’t worry about it.”
Hera rolled her eyes, a playful glint in her gaze as she mulled over what she had learned. Tonight, when Nash was asleep, she might just take a closer look for herself.
The film had lasted 120 minutes, and it delved into the hard life Mike had endured. After the credits rolled, Nash sat back, deep in thought. He had spent over a year with Mike, yet never once had the man opened up about his past. He never expected to learn just how heartbreaking Mike’s childhood had been.
Later, Nash and Hera ventured out for a bit of shopping, their hands linked as they strolled through the streets like any young couple enjoying a rare moment of peace. Time seemed to fly when they were together, and before long, the sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the world in the warm glow of the evening.
They made their way to the Chateau Hotel, where the lights twinkled in the dusky air.
“The Chateau Hotel’s private trail is open to the public today. I heard they have roses on both sides of the trail!” Nash remarked, a hint of excitement in his voice.
Hera shrugged, her tone playful. “Tsk, aren’t they just roses? It’s not like I haven’t seen them before. My boyfriend gave me 99 roses yesterday!”
“Have you ever seen roses stretching for ten miles?” Nash asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Ten… ten miles?” Hera stared at him, incredulous. “Are you pulling my leg?”
“Of course, it’s true. It’s all over the internet. Miss Lewis seems to be celebrating her birthday.”
As they walked, they passed groups of college students heading toward the hotel. Hera overheard their chatter and immediately took Nash’s hand, urging him to turn back.
“I think that’s enough fun for today. Let’s go home quickly,” she said, a hint of unease creeping into her voice.
But before Nash could respond, Hera’s phone rang, interrupting their conversation.
“Skadi?” Hera answered, glancing at Nash.
“Hera, it’s so pretty here at the Chateau Hotel! Come take some photos for me!” Skadi’s voice bubbled through the phone.
“I… I don’t think I’m going to go there anymore,” Hera replied, hesitation in her voice.
Today was Helena’s birthday, and her party was being held at the Chateau Hotel. Hera had no doubt that Kai had arranged the elaborate display of roses for Helena. The thought of running into her would be too much to bear—Helena would surely ridicule her.
“Oh, come here quickly. Carmen, Bianca, and I are waiting for you!” Skadi urged.
“Carmen? Who’s Carmen?” Hera asked, confused.
“Carmen, the president of the Tea Art Club. Have you forgotten?”
“Oh, her. I remember. I’ll be there right away!” Hera said, and ended the call with a sigh. Turning to Nash, she added, “Let’s go look for Skadi.”
The Fisher family was once an ordinary household, but Carmen’s grandfather built an empire selling tea, eventually monopolizing the market in many regions and amassing nearly ten billion in wealth. During college, Carmen became the president of the Tea Art Club, using her keen understanding of tea culture to lead the group.
Skadi, ever the social butterfly, had met Carmen through various circles, and the two had become friends, dining together often. After graduation, Hera lost touch with Carmen and the rest of her college friends, but she couldn’t deny the curiosity she felt about reconnecting with them.
As they approached the private area at the Chateau Hotel, security guards stood watch at the entrance. A sign declared that no vehicles were allowed to pass, and all guests had to park outside. The two of them walked along the trail that wound through the hotel grounds, their footsteps muffled on the gravel.
The roses on either side of the path were delicate and fragrant, their soft petals adding to the charm of the evening. Many women were crouched among the flowers, capturing the moment with their cameras.
Hera smiled faintly, taking in the sight of the roses. Nash, walking beside her, squeezed her hand and smiled as well, his lips curling up slightly. “Do they look good?”
“Yes!” Hera responded, her voice soft but sincere. She had to admit, the scene was truly beautiful—almost magical.