CHAPTER 492: CHAPTER 293_1

"Dean!"

When Niel received Dean’s call, her tone was one of surprise and excitement. Then, as if remembering something, she said coldly, "It looks like Mr. Dean has finally remembered he has a girlfriend."

"Sorry, Niel, your number is kind of hard to remember. Every time I think of you, it’s like I’m slipping into early dementia, and all that’s left in my mind is your beautiful face. You’ll forgive me, right?" Dean said with a smile as he looked at the lights in his rental.

When Niel came to Los Angeles and couldn’t find him, she didn’t choose to stay in a hotel but moved into the rental that was ostensibly his.

"No, I won’t forgive you!"

Niel, with a rare show of coyness, said, "Do you know how long it’s been since you contacted me? I’ve been waiting for your call every day, but every time the phone rings, all I get is disappointment. I wanted to call you, but I was afraid I’d disturb your work!"

You could tell she was quite angry at Dean for not contacting her for so long.

Which was understandable. After all, a girl had left her mother and come all the way across the ocean to pursue her love, only to not find the person she was looking for and not receive any calls either. Any normal person would be angry.

Of course, a situation like this was also easy to smooth over. Giving in was out of the question; it was time to turn the tables.

Dean silently opened his call log, found the last communication with Niel, glanced at the timestamp, and said with a voice tinged with a sigh,

"Of course, I remember! One hundred and twenty-one days! It’s been a whole four months since I last heard your voice.

"During that time, I went through a lot. I was desperate and felt helpless, but every time I thought of you, my tired body and soul seemed to be bathed in holy light and filled with strength again.

"I didn’t contact you because I was worried about spreading my negative emotions to you, but I didn’t expect it to cause such a misunderstanding. Sorry, Niel, I was too selfish..."

In the room, Niel’s mouth gaped open.

That scoundrel, he actually remembered the exact time! She felt both touched and guilty. I really must have misunderstood Dean. And he mentioned feeling desperate, helpless...

Niel’s mind couldn’t help but conjure various chaotic movie plots, and she quickly said worriedly, "No, Dean, I’m sorry, I was too willful. I only wanted to possess you and never considered your situation. I was even sulking over it..."

She’s really easy to coax.

Outside the door, Dean grinned, a tender look flashing in his eyes as he rang the doorbell...

...

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Driven by guilt and a desire to make amends, Niel, who was usually timid and passive, was very proactive today.

After a battle of words and wit, she took advantage of a moment when the seemingly vulnerable Dean wasn’t paying attention. She pushed forward, her figure swaying beneath a light black, form-fitting skirt, her sweet face and lips lightly pursed. Not giving Dean a chance to refuse, she quite unreasonably and forcefully mounted him...

The lights seemed to sway for a long time before finally stilling.

The Female Knight’s Endurance wasn’t great; she didn’t last long in the skirmish before she was sweating profusely and panting, showing signs of defeat. Ultimately, she had to open her mouth and surrender, using verbal persuasion to secure Dean’s forgiveness.

As the passion subsided, Niel, content, laid her head on Dean’s chest, her fingers absentmindedly drawing circles on his abdominal muscles, "So, you’re unemployed now?"

Dean, gently stroking her hair, nodded, "Pretty much. I’m planning to spend some quality time with you and my family, and also consider our future."

He briefly mentioned starting a pharmaceutical company.

In modern society, everything revolves around money. Especially in a capitalist country like America, sufficient funds are a form of strength.

No matter their nationality, women enjoy hearing men describe a beautiful future for them together after intimacy. Niel, naive as she was, was particularly susceptible to this.

After listening to Dean’s description, she didn’t doubt its feasibility for a second. Excitedly, she dragged her tired body up and, as the English Female Knight, launched a second charge to express her love for Dean.

After the storm passed again, Niel, repeatedly defeated, finally fell into a deep sleep with a smile of satisfaction and fatigue.

Dean planted a light kiss on her forehead, tucked Niel in, then dressed, feeling refreshed, and quietly left the room.

...

「The safe house.」

The room was pitch black.

Dean opened the door, flicking on the light as he casually said, "Spirit, long time no see."

From the darkness, a lazy voice replied, "To be honest, I don’t really feel like seeing you right now."

CLICK.

As the lights flickered on, Spirit could be seen in the living room, dressed in loungewear and sprawled on the sofa in an utterly relaxed, almost boneless posture.

Dean looked at Spirit in surprise. He was about to say something when his nose twitched. He sniffed the air, then said with a peculiar expression, "Don’t tell me you’ve gone straight?"

He caught the scent of cake and cream on Spirit. It was a smell that had thoroughly permeated him, as if he’d been marinating in it. This guy has probably been spending all his time at that bakery recently.

While speaking, Dean quickly scanned Spirit: relaxed muscles, a harmless look in his eyes, a stable mental state, the wedding ring on his finger...

Mm-hmm! That settles it. This guy really has gone straight.

Spirit, noticing Dean’s scrutiny, shrugged. "I got married. I’m planning to wash my hands of this life, get away from all the killing and fighting."

"You got married just like that?"

"Felt like it, so I did. My younger brother died, and I can’t let the family line end with me."

Dean nodded. "Alright then. I was originally planning to invite you to a ’hunting game,’ but it seems you won’t have the pleasure now."