Chapter 16 Russell, Do You Want to Kiss Me?

When the four cars reached the top of the mountain, they surrounded the black Maybach.

The car window rolled down, and the dark barrel of a gun emerged, wildly spraying bullets towards the vehicle.

The black Maybach, despite being reinforced with bulletproofing, couldn't help but be continuously sprayed with bullets and was ultimately riddled with holes.

The rain on the mountaintop gradually increased.

Four cars opened their doors, and one after another, more than ten people got out.

They walked towards the Maybach with guns raised.

The man wearing a duckbill cap opened the car door and his pupils shrank, "No one is in! Be careful, there might be an ambush!"

As soon as the words fell, car lights lit up from all directions, dazzling them and making it impossible for them to open their eyes.

The lights illuminated the pitch-black rainy night, as the rain poured down from the sky like a continuous line.

Looking around, dozens of mercenaries surrounded them, holding heavy weapons in their hands.

The man, wearing a duckbill cap, clenched his teeth tightly, knowing that any slight movement at this moment would result in being shot like this Maybach car.

Russell's tall figure appeared in the backlight, with Troy standing by his side, holding up a large umbrella for him.

He squinted and looked down at these people like ants, the light illuminating his resolute and heroic silhouette.

He took out a cigarette case from his suit pocket, tapped one out and placed it between his lips. He lightly flicked open the shiny steel lighter that he was playing with on his fingertips.

The orange-blue flames flickered, and those deep peach blossom eyes seemed to devour life itself.

Russell took a deep breath and exhaled white smoke from his nostrils.

His voice was soft, yet full of intimidation, "Who sent you?"

The man wearing a duckbill cap suddenly raised the muzzle.

There was a loud bang echoing above the mountaintop.

The man wearing a duckbill cap was hit on the shoulder, and his entire arm drooped down.

Then there were two bangs, and he fell to his knees on the ground, emitting painful groans.

He looked up at Russell and was surprised to see that he moved so fast, so fast that he didn't even see any movement.

The remaining people saw themselves being tightly surrounded and could only lay down their weapons and surrender.

The mercenaries instantly stepped forward and pressed these people to the ground.

Russell flicked the cigarette butt with his fingertips and took a step forward. He stood in front of the man with the duckbill cap, tracing a dangerous arc with his finger. "It's okay if you don't speak now, you will soon."

The man with the duckbill cap stared at Russell intently, and suddenly he drew a knife from his waist with his left hand and stabbed it towards him.

Russell remained motionless, while Troy lifted his foot and kicked the knife away, and the large umbrella remained firmly held in his hand.

Russell said in a low voice, "Take them back for interrogation."

The crowd replied, "Yes boss!"

When Russell returned to Serene Manor, it was already close to twelve o'clock.

There was a floor lamp left in the living room, and the warm yellow light made it feel especially cozy.

The man's gaze fell upon the small curled-up bundle on the sofa.

He looked at Zoey for a long time, and his heart felt soft.

Although he clearly told her not to wait, and she also agreed.

Russell maneuvered his wheelchair forward and arrived in front of the sofa. He leaned forward, and his bony fingers gently touched the strands of hair that had fallen on her cheek.

Zoey, who was sound asleep, had an unusually sensitive sense of smell. It seemed as if there was a refreshing woody scent of a man, mixed with a hint of a bloody odor.

Zoey suddenly opened her eyes, and what she saw was a handsome man's hand, which was tying her hair back.

She slowly sat up on the sofa, supporting herself with both hands. "When did you come back?"

Russell smiled faintly and said, "I had just come back a while ago."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You were fast asleep."

Although Russell didn't get wet, he carried a heavy dampness with him. He must have spent a long time outside, and there was a bright red dot stained near the fifth button of his shirt.

Noticing these, Zoey asked, "Did you get hurt?"

Russell was taken aback and followed her gaze, landing on the bloodstain.

He didn't want Zoey to know his bloody side, "perhaps from accidentally dripping nosebleed."

Zoey nodded, "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

After speaking, someone who wasn't hungry's stomach growled.

The man, who had always been calm and composed, slightly furrowed his brows.

Zoey chuckled, "Someone's tummy is protesting! Well, I'm hungry too, I'll go make you some food. What do you want to eat?"

Russell felt a slight embarrassment for the first time, "Then let's have the vegetable pasta from last time."

"Okay." Zoey put on her slippers and turned to his wheelchair. "I'll take you back to the bedroom for a shower first. Once you're ready, I'll bring it upstairs."

"No need to bring it up, I'll come down."

"Okay."

After Zoey sent him back to the room, she went to the kitchen and started making pasta.

Her eyebrows furrowed, in her past life, she only had a superficial understanding of Russell on a professional level, and knew nothing about him in other aspects.

Something must have happened tonight.

She regretted it deeply, unable to help at all.

Upstairs.

Russell washed away the dampness and the smell of blood from his body, changed into comfortable home clothes, and sat in a wheelchair to go downstairs.

He silently watched the girl's figure at the doorway of the kitchen.

She was wearing a modest and proper nightgown that reached her ankles, with her soft black hair cascading down to her waist, resembling a celestial being that had descended to the mortal world.

This made Russell think of a phrase, "peaceful and beautiful days."

Suddenly, Zoey screamed.

Russell was about to get up instantly, but he thought of something and restrained himself, sitting back in the wheelchair.

He maneuvered the wheelchair past and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zoey turned around, holding a knife in one hand and blood oozing from her fingertips in the other.

"Let me see." Russell furrowed his brow.

Zoey extended her finger.

"Don't worry about the pasta, I'll take you to get bandaged."

Seeing his nervous appearance, Zoey chuckled inwardly. It was just a scratch, after all, and the wound would heal in a little while.

However, she couldn't help but act cute and pretend to be a naive girl.

She put down the knife and sat directly on the man's lap, looking aggrieved, and said, "It's bleeding, it hurts so much."

"We'll go bandage it, and soon it won't hurt anymore."

"I'm in pain now, could you help me blow on it?"

"Blow?"

"It can stop the pain." Zoey pouted her lips, "Just blow like this."

The gentle wind blew in, blowing into Russell's heart. He looked at those beautifully shaped lips, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but roll.

He cursed himself as a beast, thinking about all sorts of nonsense at a time like this.

"I'll take you to bandage."

"Blow it first." Zoey blinked her watery eyes, "Just blow it."

Russell pursed his thin lips, as a minty breeze landed on Zoey's fingertips.

Zoey moved her finger away and tilted her head to plant a kiss on the man's lips, "You help me blow, this is your reward."

Russell wanted to give her a deep kiss, but as soon as he thought about her injury, he realized that bandaging it was more important and couldn't be delayed.

"Go upstairs and bandage it."

Zoey waved her finger in front of him and said, "It's almost healed, don't be so nervous, there's no need to bandage them."

Russell looked at the small cut on her fair fingertips, which had indeed stopped bleeding, and he sighed with relief.

Since she doesn't need bandaging anymore, does that mean he could continue with the kiss he was just about to have?

Just as he hesitated, the girl had already jumped off his lap and continued to cut the chicken.

Zoey took much longer to make the shredded chicken congee compared to the vegetable congee.

The two of them sat at the small table in the kitchen, facing each other and drinking porridge.

"How was it?" Zoey asked eagerly.

"It was very tasty."

Zoey supported her chin with one hand, while holding a spoon and drinking porridge with the other hand, her eyes filled with Russell's noble and restrained appearance.

He looked really handsome!

In her past life, she felt the same way. However, at that time, her heart was only filled with Nelson, so even if Nelson looked like a piece of poop, she still thought he was handsome, after all, there was a layer of savior filter.

Russell looked up at her and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Zoey nodded.

Russell didn't want to appear unattractive in front of her, so he instinctively raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips.

Zoey held his wrist and smiled brightly, "You have the look I love the most."

Russell's heart raced as he was being flirted with, and he tightly held her hand, his thin lips twitching.

He really wanted to ask Zoey if she had said such words to Nelson, but he didn't ask.

Zoey noticed his hesitation and stood up, walking over to Russell. She naturally sat on his lap and said, "I have never said these words to anyone before. Russell, you are the first and the last."

As Zoey watched the surge in the man's eyes, she lightly brushed her nose against his, her voice carrying a seductive tone, "Russell, do you want to kiss me?"