Chapter 279: Chapter 279: She occasionally recalls the scene she saw after waking up that morning.

Chapter 279

He sat up and called for Ford.

In no time, footsteps approached. He could tell it wasn’t Ford.

"Mr. Ford has gone out, and he won’t be back for a while. Do you want breakfast? They’ve already brought it over. We’ve got steamed buns and salty porridge, as well as fresh baby bok choy. It tastes quite good."

Hearing this lively and spirited female voice, Alexander Foster’s hanging heart settled down.

"What happened to you last night?"

The young lady sat down in front of him, speaking casually, "My master found out about my chicken-catching, so someone came looking for me. If they had caught me, it would’ve been disastrous, so I had to hide in your room."

"Catching chickens? You?" He wasn’t very convinced.

"Catching chickens makes you confused?"

The young lady obviously hesitated for a moment before answering, "I took some medicine yesterday and felt sleepy. Then I got caught in the rain, that’s why."

As she finished speaking, he felt her face draw very close to his—a mere five centimeters away.

"Can your eyes not see at all?"

Heh.

This young lady was trying to change the subject.

Since she was unwilling to tell him, he wouldn’t force her.

However, over the next few years, whenever there was heavy rain, he would occasionally think of this matter, and the curiosity hidden deep in his heart would grow stronger and stronger.

...

When Chloe Collins arrived near the Main Hall, she could see many worshippers who had come to pray at the temple.

She joined them, bought the necessary offering supplies outside the temple, and went in to kneel and pray.

She would join hands with the others and pray like them, but she wouldn’t make any wishes, simply expressing reverence.

Surviving in this world, relying on anyone else was not as good as relying on oneself.

However, as soon as this thought surfaced, she felt her thinking was too extreme. It was necessary to rely on oneself, but that wouldn’t always work.

For example, on the night six years ago, if Alexander Foster hadn’t helped her, she might not be in this world now. Or perhaps, she would be struggling to survive in some remote and impoverished place abroad.

That night, she had been attacked in her sleep by a group of men in black who injected her with a numbing drug.

When a third of the stuff had been injected, she had woken up, instinctively pulled out the needle, and discovered six men in black in front of her.

They were very surprised to see her waking up so suddenly and were stunned for a few seconds.

It was during this time that she started to fight back and tried to escape.

She screamed for help, but no one came.

She thought maybe they had all been injected with the numbing drug too.

Perhaps due to her unique constitution, the effect of the drug was much weaker on her body.

Even so, she found it extremely difficult to face six strong men on her own, especially when she had been drugged.

After struggling for a while, she couldn’t hold out any longer, so she decided to hide first.

She knew that there were people protecting Alexander from the shadows 24/7, so she instinctively ran towards him.

Later, when she gained the ability, she investigated those men and learned that they belonged to a branch of the Dark Alliance. They were all hired hands who never leaked their employer’s information. She continued to investigate, eventually finding a few scapegoats.

The enemy was cunning and had used others to do his bidding at every step, leaving no traces behind.

That time, it was Alexander Foster who had saved her life.

However, the process had been somewhat embarrassing.

She was occasionally reminded of the scene she had encountered after waking up that morning, and she still felt embarrassed about it.

She had... used him as a pillow.

The devout believers chanted, "Namaste," dispersing the shameful image that had appeared in her mind.

She walked out of the hall, looked up, and saw Alexander Foster.

Maybe it was because he was wearing a monk’s robe, even though his hair was thick and black, worshippers mistook him for a monk. Several elderly ladies surrounded him, questioning him ceaselessly.

Chloe Collins smiled and, without helping him, walked straight out of the temple.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by Aunomay Read