All Chapters of Reborn with the Promiscuity System: Good Girl No More: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Without knowing how many minutes or hours had passed, within the thin boundary between consciousness and unconsciousness, Eithan seemed to see a woman madly ordering other people in white attires to take care of him meticulously. He also seemed to hear her voice, her fierce tone reminding him of someone who used to raise her voice at him before like this. Due to this woman, the memories appeared close, but also distant, making him feel so restless to take a look at her face.Sadly, whenever he tried to open his eyes to see who it was and to check if she was that person, a heavy feeling of drowsiness would always strike him, preventing him from even take a sneak peek at her face. Before sinking to sleep again, all he would remember was her long straight black hair that falls like a waterfall behind her. It was very beautiful. So beautiful that it even appeared in his dreams...Unknown whether the gods wanted to torture or reward him in his sleep, he saw that long and beautiful black ha

It didn't take long for the answers to come out of the pretty girl's mouth."Me, the doctors and nurses, and my assistants.""My parents?"Irene hesitated for a while, weighing whether her act of not informing his parents was an offense or not. In the end, she honestly shook her head."I just want to say, I did not notify them, thinking your case is so weird and mysterious. I'm quite guilty of doing something out of my own volition even though I should actually not concern myself with you anymore. But because you saved me, in a sense, yesterday, I decided to do you this favor. I'm sure you don't want them to worry so much and know that you are suddenly found heavily wounded in a basketball court far from Southern Jasper."Eithan was quiet was for some time, most likely digesting her statements and excuses. She didn't know what was running in his mind, but her brows furrowed when the young man began to tremble while clutching the white blanket tightly. He didn't seem like he would be c

*******************If Agatha heard what his AI had said, she would have probably murdered Eithan here and there out of anger and envy. Thankfully, she didn't, so she only continued looking at Eithan' reaction. On the other hand, the guy went silent, not knowing whether to be pleased that a half-host had that kind of privilege. However, he did feel relieved that even if he didn't do whatever it wanted him to, he wouldn't suddenly find himself losing a limb or an eye.His eyes darted back to the woman and felt pity for her for quite some time. Agatha caught sight of it and felt uncomfortable.She spoke up again."I didn't tell you that so you'll pity me. You're more pathetic than me, for your information. You have to change your mentality soon if you don't want to die, especially now that you see how unreasonable and crazy the other hosts are."Silence ensued between them after. Eithan fell into deep thoughts as something within him was triggered wh

On the flip side, inside Paul and Agatha's unit, one of the two men finally broke the silence that reigned upon them for so long. Opening his mouth and eyeing the young man piercingly, Fred let out a low voice showing undisguised wariness and hostility."So lad, how the hell did you guess who I am?"When Paul brought down his cup of tea, a part of his hand made contact with the tabletop, the coldness from its surface transferring a bit to his skin. Outside, it was already dark and silent. The silhouettes of the other buildings and billboards were barely visible from the window. Up in the sky, bright stars twinkled softly.Inside the room though, the conversation between the two had long proceeded, and it was nowhere near the peacefulness of the scenery outside. It got to the point where Paul's face could only be as cold as the person sitting in front of him, if not colder, after all his efforts to make the current situation as pleasant as possible went down the drain.The two simply

Dinnertime had already past therefore the people of the McArthney residence were surprised to see a familiar young man marching into the place. As if he just came out of his office, he was still wearing a white dress shirt, black pants which fitted nicely to his thighs but hang loosely on the legs except on the calves, and black dress shoes slightly pointed at the tip. The illumination behind him was a bit dim, dampened by the night scenery at the back. Despite this though, when he entered the brightly lit mansion, he still looked as imposing as ever due to his terrifying momentum.It was Paul whose face and aura was openly broadcasting to the world how bad his current mood was as he took big strides in."Where's the head?" His steps loudly reverberating in the hall, he swept his icy orbs around. The maids and housekeepers who unluckily met his stares flinched, their bodies feeling the sudden chill colder than the later days of December. Not wanting the fortune of receiving even the s