Why doesn't Averi want him to look too much like a servant?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
How could Averi...
Once the train of thought is opened, it will fly faster and farther uncontrollably.
Averi hates having too many people around her. How could she suddenly have the idea of hiring bodyguards?
Because of a car accident? Indeed, with the car accident in front and the bodyguard behind, it's normal to feel scared and hesitant to be alone after such a big incident.
But would Averi be the kind of person who is afraid of it?
He never believed in the saying "I panicked and hid for a few days to avoid being photographed." When did his Averi ever panic. She must have been hiding and waiting for Laila to show her horse's foot, so that she could seize the opportunity to kill her with a single blow.
Odin is both proud and heartbroken about this. When he saw her disheveled at the entrance that day, he wished he could strangle everyone present directly. Without them, she wouldn't have to endure such suffering.
Afterwards, Dallas appeared, but he didn't take it to heart and didn't think about it at all. Until this moment, Odin suddenly remembered a question: During the days when Averi was hiding, was Dallas also with her?
What did Averi say to him at that time? Is it pretending to be weak and deceiving him to protect himself, or revealing the truth and asking him to cooperate?
If the latter, does it mean she trusts him?
Odin, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You look so pale, "Averi noticed his abnormality and asked nonchalantly.
Her face was illuminated by a crystal lamp, her features were clear and delicate, and her small lips were inexplicably plump.
He certainly knew she was beautiful, but she was a subtle beauty, and it was difficult to find a foothold of lust on her face.
However, now...
Odin's gaze slid towards his lips again and he said calmly, "Really? Maybe I didn't sleep well last night."
Averi nodded, offering no comment. Young people don't stay up late, it's not worth nagging.
Due to Laila's situation, Cristopher has been feeling unwell recently. As soon as the nine o'clock bell rings, he has to go back to his room to rest, and the rest of the people have been liberated as a result.
For an older person, the features are secondary; what matters most is having a vibrant spirit to support them, making them appear younger. Now, Cristopher's vitality is lacking, and though he is still the same person, he looks much older.
Like many fathers who do not actively participate in family life, Cristopher only began to truly acknowledge its existence when family conflicts erupted in their ugliest form.
Just a few days ago, he still considered himself a successful father: despite having multiple children, they all got along well. Laila's actions were like a resounding slap, leaving him dazed and confused.
Averi noticed that Cristopher's back had a slight hunch, and his steps were no longer as agile as before. Mareli supported him, and in contrast to her youthful, plump face, Cristopher's age was more evident.
Everyone dispersed, and Averi, having nothing to do, didn't didn't bother calling for anyone and went to the kitchen to pour herself some coffee.
She turned around and was startled, spilling half of her coffee.
"Odin, you scared me."
Odin snatched the cup and pulled her hand to rinse it under the tap.
Feeling the softness in her hand, Odin suddenly asked, "Averi, how's your bodyguard?"
"He's okay. Why do you ask?"
Odin shook his head, "No reason, just asking. I just think he doesn't look much like a bodyguard."
Averi laughed, "I thought the same thing at first."
"Why not change to someone else?"
"Do you think there's something wrong with him?"
"It's not that, but he stands out too much, and it feels unsafe."
Averi made a small sound of acknowledgment, as if deep in thought, then said quietly, "Forget it, it's too much trouble."
It seemed reasonable, but Odin still felt something was off.
Back in her room, after replying to a few emails, Averi found Dallas's number and sent a message: "You there?"
After waiting for several minutes without a reply, Averi deleted the message and put her phone aside, heading to the bathroom.
She felt a bit tired today and soaked in the bath for longer than usual. As she stepped out of the bathtub, her gaze met her reflection in the mirror, and Averi paused.
Her chest and abdomen were covered with kiss marks and finger imprints left by Dallas. Several days had passed, but they hadn't fully faded, indicating how reckless he had been that day.
But his body was in a similar state, with his back covered in scratches from her nails. The harder he pushed, the harder she scratched, and he didn't care if she drew blood, refusing to let her go.
That night, Averi was on the edge of ecstasy and breakdown, not knowing what she was doing. The next afternoon, when he went to get water, he saw the state of his back, which brought her some psychological balance.
Despite this, he still kissed her so fiercely, truly fearless of pain.
Out of the corner of her eye, Averi caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. It was only then she realized she was absentmindedly touching a kiss mark on her chest, her gaze surprisingly soft.
Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly as she dried herself and put on a bathrobe. As the red marks were completely covered, the intimate atmosphere dissipated.
Fortunately, she had put on her bathrobe before opening the door, and there was someone else in the room.
Odin was standing at the door with a blue-and-white porcelain cup, the door half-open as if he had just entered.
Seeing her like this, Odin explained, "Averi, I didn't know you were in the shower. I knocked a few times and didn't hear you, so I pushed the door open to check."
Averi chuckled. "I didn't even say anything." Her gaze fell on the cup in his hand, recognizing it as herbal tea meant to aid sleep. She reached out and took it, saying, "Thanks."
Taking a sip, she asked, "Is it warm?"
Odin said, "I added some cool water so you won't get burned."
Averi teased him, "Odin, aren't there a lot of girls who like you at school?"
With his looks and thoughtful nature, how could he not be popular?
Odin's expression was indifferent, "Just so so."
"Listen to that tone," she said with a hint of amusement.
Averi laughed helplessly, "Yeah, 'just so so' means a lot."
Odin, however, seemed indifferent, "Maybe."
Pausing for a moment, he said, "Without the one I like, it doesn't matter how many there are."
Now genuinely curious, Averi asked, "Do you have someone you like?"
"Yes." That was his only reply.
Getting a positive answer made Averi feel silly. A twenty-year-old boy having someone he likes wasn't unusual, considering Eli had already cycled through a dozen girlfriends. She had never thought about it because Odin rarely talked about such things.
Seeing that he didn't seem to want to talk more, Averi respected his privacy and didn't press further.
After seeing Odin off, she finally had time to check her phone. The screen showed two messages and one missed call.
The messages and calls were all from Dallas.
