harleyscars Chapter 234 Was I flirting with her?!
Chapter 234 Was I flirting with her?!
Chapter 234 Was I flirting with her?!
"Wait, you saved me, so I should pay the price," Fors hurriedly said, trying to extricate his friend from the awkward situation.
"One thing at a time," Lorne said with a smile, shaking his head, his gaze still fixed on Hugh. "This was indeed agreed to by Miss Hugh herself, wasn't it?"
"I—I won't break my promise." Hugh's voice was so low it was almost inaudible, like a mosquito's hum.
Although that sentence was just a slip of the tongue in a moment of panic, once it's said, it's said.
Objectively speaking, Lorne did save Fors, not to mention he had helped her twice before. She couldn't refuse, both emotionally and rationally.
Hugh slightly raised her head, secretly glancing at the man on the sofa out of the corner of her eye.
He wants my help—but what can I do to help him? Her thoughts began to wander uncontrollably. "His Sequence is definitely higher than mine, and he's so powerful—I've only just obtained the 'Sheriff' potion recipe, and I haven't even been promoted yet. What can a Sequence 9 do for him?"
Moreover, in her view, the knowledge of "acting" was worth at least several thousand pounds, enough to buy a decent house in Backlund. But the other party had actually told her such valuable information directly with the almost ridiculous reason of "wanting to know my name." "Could it be that he—"
An absurd thought popped into my head uncontrollably.
"This, this can't be! I've only met him a few times!"
"Could it be that during the last exorcism, he—· took a liking to me? That was too fast—" The scene from that time uncontrollably flashed through Hugh's mind, and his cheeks flushed.
"Or is it that time with the werewolf?" She recalled the scene of their second meeting.
That time, even though he was in danger, he still thought of letting this "ordinary person" go first. After saving him, he even specifically said that he was very kind. Could it have been that time?
So, he wants to date me—but I'm not ready for that at all! Besides, I need a promotion, and I haven't uncovered the truth about my father's situation yet. I can't stop now. Of course, if he could support me, that wouldn't be a bad idea. With a knowledgeable and powerful person by my side to help, maybe the truth about my father's situation will come to light soon. In that case, I might be willing to make a sacrifice...
Seeing the ever-changing expressions on Hugh's face, alternating between red and white, faster than a revolving lantern, Lorne assumed that Hugh thought his request would be very difficult, so he explained:
"Don't worry, it's nothing too difficult for you. I'll let you know what it is later—"
His thinking was simple. Most of Backlund's factories were concentrated in the East End, where the gun factories in which he held shares were also located. If he wanted to produce weapons, using existing factory buildings and permits would certainly be much more convenient than building one from scratch.
The problem is, he's unfamiliar with the East District. Hugh, on the other hand, is a well-known and active "arbitrator" in the East District. If anything happens at the factory in the future—for example, if gangsters come to collect protection money or deliberately cause trouble, and he doesn't have time to react—Hugh can step in and help protect the factory. With her extraordinary abilities, she should be more than capable of handling such problems.
This is purely a mutually beneficial transaction.
However, Lorne's perfectly normal explanation took on a different meaning in Hugh's ears.
Let me know when the time comes?
Could it really be a date invitation or something?
Xiu stopped talking and lowered her head even more shyly, almost burying her chin in her collarbone.
and many more!
Seeing Hugh's increasingly strange condition, Lorne also realized that something was wrong.
Am I flirting with her?
He recalled his earlier words—hiss, they really did sound like those experienced "players" flirting with girls.
"This—I was just trying to make a joke. I'm not a jerk, and I don't have much experience with women, so why would this happen?" A bead of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
Should I explain?
Lorne rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind.
No, explaining it would only make things more unclear. I really didn't have that kind of thought. Besides, Hugh and the others did indeed benefit from it and gained knowledge of the acting method.
It was just an accident; I'll just need to control myself from now on.
Lorne's smile faded, and his expression turned serious.
Seeing the two suddenly fall silent, Fors should normally say a few words.
As the saying goes, the onlooker sees most of the game. From Lorne's somewhat mocking expression, she could tell that the other party was probably just joking and didn't have any special feelings for Hugh. It was just that Hugh was overthinking things.
Logically, she should have immediately changed the subject to ease the awkward yet ambiguous atmosphere.
But she didn't—
There was no way around it; the scene before her was simply too rare and too precious! As a writer who made a living from inspiration, she simply couldn't bear to break it!
Write it down, I must write it down right away!
A powerful and mysterious man, a girl with a resolute exterior and a pure heart, an encounter in exchange for "priceless information" and a "promise" full of misunderstandings—the scene before us is too wonderful, it's practically a standard scene from a romance novel!
Fors's writer's instincts were completely touched; such a scene is something one might only witness a few times in a lifetime.
Inspiration! Inspiration is coming my way!
Where's my pen? Where's my pen? Fors instinctively patted herself down, her eyes darting frantically across the coffee table. But when she saw the broken pen, the excitement that had surged through her vanished like a receding tide.
Inspiration struck, but then her "token of love" was gone—the huge disappointment made her instantly crumble.
Hugh noticed Fors's dejection and followed her gaze, quickly comforting her, "Fors, don't be sad, it was just an accident. I think your pen pal won't blame you."
Lorne's gaze also fell on the pen. He guessed it too; it was probably damaged when Fors lost control. He silently lamented for his £900 pen, then subconsciously added a comment:
"Yes, he won't mind—"
He regretted it as soon as he finished speaking.
How did you know?
Fors's pained expression froze instantly. She abruptly raised her head and stared intently at Lorne.
Damn! I just woke up and my head was still a bit fuzzy, but my mouth was faster than my brain!
Lorne's alarm bells rang, and he tried to salvage the situation, saying, "What I mean is, that pen looks very valuable; it must have been a gift from a very good friend. Since it's a good friend, they certainly wouldn't mind such an unexpected gift."
"Yeah?"
Lorne's answer was reasonable, but Fors felt something was off. The joy of her recent inspiration was somewhat dampened by this unexpected turn of events.
"I know some skilled repairmen who specialize in repairing expensive items; they might be able to help you," Lorne continued, trying to change the subject. He was thinking that, if all else failed, the thing could perhaps be sent back to the factory for repairs.
I just don't know if these luxury items have a warranty.
"—" Fors did not respond immediately, but looked at Lorne with a suspicious gaze.
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a bit awkward, Lorne decisively changed the subject and started talking about serious business:
"By the way, let's talk about the Full Moon Language again. See if we can find a way to avoid this situation?"
"—Okay." After all, it was a matter of life and death, so Fors could only put aside her doubts and take the initiative to share more details.
Seeing this, Lorne breathed a sigh of relief.
Wait a minute, let's go quickly.
It's really unlucky that such a mistake could happen.