69novels Chapter 266 Fors: I will protect you
Chapter 266 Fors: I will protect you
Chapter 266 Fors: I will protect you
"What are you doing?"
Hugh's voice was filled with disbelief and astonishment. She stood blankly in the doorway, staring at the two people in the living room.
What are we doing?
Lorne looked at Hugh, who was covering his mouth and looking shocked at the door, then turned his head and looked at the mess around him—books scattered all over the floor, an overturned coffee table, and Fors, who was crying in his arms.
This art style—it does seem a little off—
In the dead of night, a lone man and woman alone in a room—looking at Hugh's incredulous expression, Lorne felt a chill run down her spine for no apparent reason.
Why did the story develop like this?
"Waaaaah————"
Fors was still sobbing softly in his arms, completely unaware that there was another person at the door.
Should we push her away first?
Lorne's hands hung in mid-air, unsure of where to put them. Lowering them would feel like an embrace, while raising them would seem deliberate.
For a moment, I was at a loss.
Well----
After thinking for a moment, he withdrew his hand and then pinched his face hard.
Ouch—that hurts!
Great, this isn't a dream. Secondly, my face has indeed changed; I am now James Scott.
Why is this happening? Heyle's parents just misunderstood Scott's identity, and now another one has appeared! Is this persona's reputation doomed to ruin?
No, I didn't do anything wrong, so why should I feel guilty? Scott doesn't owe them anything.
"Ahem—" Lorne cleared his throat, trying to break the awkward silence. "Ms. Fors, shouldn't you—shouldn't you get up for a moment?"
"Hugh—is back—"
Fors, nestled in Lorne's arms, stopped sobbing. She raised her head slightly and met James Scott's somewhat helpless face.
Ms. Fors? Is that what you call me?
She bit her moist lips, a sudden, inexplicable feeling of grievance welling up inside her. Couldn't you—couldn't you—
"Cough cough."
Looking at Fors's increasingly flushed cheeks, Lorne coughed heavily again and gestured for her to look towards the door. Following Lorne's direction, Fors finally saw Hugh standing there, slightly lost in thought.
At the same time, she immediately realized her current situation and the chaotic environment around her.
"Wait! Hugh! It's not what you see! We are—we are—"
Fors was speechless for a moment. Even as a writer, she couldn't think of any reasonable words to say in this situation. She couldn't very well say, "I almost lost control just now, and then some unknown, mysterious being came to my door, and I ended up crying in this man's arms," could she?
"Um—" Xiu gradually recovered from her shock. Her face was flushed, and she said weakly, "Um—I'm sorry to have bothered you."
As she spoke, she turned around and ran towards the door, as if trying to escape this place that made her feel embarrassed and heartbroken.
"Wait! Hugh! It's really not what you think!" Seeing this, Fors quickly got up from the ground, not even bothering to straighten her disheveled clothes, and chased after Hugh.
"well----"
Seeing this incredibly melodramatic scene, Lorne put one hand to his forehead, his face full of black lines.
I've run into trouble again.
After much effort, Fors finally managed to stop Hugh and explained the situation to her in a flurry of words.
Xiu blushed, somewhat embarrassed.
After all, both of them were dressed perfectly, yet he mistakenly thought—
"Anyway, Fors, I'm glad you're alright." After hearing the explanation and confirming that his friend had just had a false alarm, Hugh also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hmm." Fors nodded, but her eyes unconsciously dimmed. She had been targeted by a powerful, hidden being, and her fate had already deviated from its original course.
"Then—Scott, what are you doing here?" Hugh asked, turning his gaze to Lorne.
Scott, are they that close? — Fors paused slightly.
"I was on my way back from the gun factory when I happened to pass by here. I saw that it was a full moon tonight, so I came to take a look," Lorne said slowly, half-truthfully.
"I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I felt something was wrong, so I barged in. To my surprise, I found Ms. Fors lying unconscious on the floor."
"Right?" Lorne said, glancing at Fors beside him.
"No—that's right! That's exactly it!" Fors came to her senses and acknowledged the statement.
"Then—then why—" Hugh's gaze shifted back and forth between Lorne and Fors.
"I—" Fors knew that her friend wanted to ask her why she had burst into tears in Scott's arms just now.
"Perhaps Ms. Fors was a little too emotional after escaping death, right?" Lorne spoke up to smooth things over when he saw her speechless.
"Yes! Yes! That's it!" Fors, as if grasping at a straw, glanced at Lorne and echoed the sentiment.
"So that's how it is—"
Even when facing her best friend, Hugh remained quite naive. Upon hearing this explanation, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and the little knot in her heart disappeared.
Great, things have turned out completely differently than I imagined.
The group chatted briefly about what had happened that day.
Seeing that it was almost time, Lorne prepared to say goodbye and leave.
"Ms. Fors, won't you see me off?" he joked, looking at Fors before leaving.
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"Hugh, you go and rest first. I'll see Mr. Scott off." Fors understood what Lorne meant by "let's talk in private."
"Okay—okay."
And so, under Hugh's somewhat strange gaze, Fors and Lorne left the living room one after the other.
"Ms. Fors, weren't you just now... a little...?"
Walking down the street, Lorne finally understood. Fors's reaction just now meant he had definitely guessed something; the only question was how much he had guessed.
Rather than letting her keep testing me, I might as well just be upfront now.
"Mr. Scott, I'm sorry, I was just too excited."
Fors's words surprised Lorne slightly.
He deliberately glanced around to indicate that there were no outsiders present.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't you have anything you want to ask me?" Lorne asked, puzzled.
Fors shook his head, a pure and blank expression on his face, as if to say: What should I ask?
Looking at Fors's puzzled expression, Lorne felt a little strange. Could it be—that he had really guessed wrong?
After a few seconds of silence, he smiled faintly, a half-smile playing on his lips.
"Interesting. I didn't realize that writers' emotional changes were so rich."
"Alright then, Ms. Fors, that's enough for now. Goodbye."
He took a few steps, then stopped, but didn't turn around. He said in a meaningful tone, "Take good care of yourself."
This tone—it's really annoying!
Watching Lorne's dashing departure, Fors muttered a curse under his breath.
But—James Scott looks pretty handsome like this.
She turned around, her cheeks slightly flushed, ready to go back inside, but the thought of what had just happened made her mood instantly drop again.
"You must not reveal the existence of this gathering to anyone —"
Do you know Lorne Disenk?
The mysterious being who called himself "The Fool" saved her, but her fate was also changed as a result.
"No, perhaps—it's just a coincidence, not necessarily the way I think. Mr. 'Fool' may not have intended to harm him—"
Furthermore, as long as I cannot confirm Scott's identity, it cannot be considered a "fact" as I know it. Since it is not a fact, there is no need to tell Mr. "Fool".
Fors clenched her fists and silently vowed in her heart, "I will definitely protect you."
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