Chapter 120 : Who Is the Human Here?
“So we’re going to et that person now?”
Annabella nodded, picked up the suitcase, and glanced at the watch on her wrist.
“At this hour she’s probably just woken up. Going now should be fine. Let’s go.”
Eve followed sowhat absent-mindedly. She had no idea who this “person” was, but if soone could be even more capable than Annabella, they were certainly not ordinary.
Her thoughts drifted again along the invisible red thread in the air. She could only hope this trip would resolve the strange rejection her body was experiencing.
Otherwise…
She had no idea what she would do in the future.
Of course, if she could sohow obtain “food” from Vivian, that would be the best outco.
But what if she couldn’t?
Or worse—what if her identity as sothing abnormal were discovered?
That would an her identity exposed, forced withdrawal, the organization’s mission failing, and…
Being looked at with that kind of repulsed, rejecting gaze.
She never wanted to experience that feeling again.
It was troubling.
For the first ti, Eve felt completely helpless.
Being picky about food wasn’t her fault—but did that an she would have to force herself to drink those blood supplies that suddenly tasted foul and slled revolting?
She might as well eat the freshly baked apple pies left unsold in alley bakeries.
I’m really about to cry. (…)
anwhile, Annabella was even more anxious.
If sothing happened to Eve, the first person held responsible would be her. It was a burden she neither could nor wanted to bear.
Just thinking about it made her so nervous she couldn’t even hold her car keys properly.
They slipped from her hand.
She bent down to pick them up, but another slender hand got there first.
It was the girl they had seen earlier—the one with the childlike face and… rather disproportionate figure.
After picking up the keys, she didn’t imdiately hand them back. Instead, she blew on them lightly, then wiped them carefully on her clothes.
One would think she had just picked up a precious jewel.
“Uh… Marg?” Annabella scratched the back of her head and took the keys from the girl’s palm. “I an, it’s probably not necessary, but… thanks.”
She looked a little awkward.
The white-haired maid behind her imdiately felt sothing was wrong.
What’s going on with her? Why is she suddenly acting so hesitant?
“If sothing falls on the ground it becos dirty. If you don’t wipe it clean, that’s unhygienic,” Marg said seriously, raising a finger in lecture.
“I’m not planning to eat it though…”
Marg shook her finger in disapproval, then looked Annabella up and down.
“Boss… are you going out? It’s a bit chilly. Do you want to get you a coat? Will you co back for lunch?”
“I made pumpkin porridge today. And the fried dough cakes you said you liked last ti, plus that seasoned fried fish.”
“I rembered everything, so I went out early this morning to prepare.”
The more she spoke, the more enthusiastic she beca. Her small hand unconsciously stroked the braid draped over her right shoulder.
Strangely enough…
That hairstyle sohow gave off a slightly dangerous vibe.
Though she looked tiny, the warmth and attentiveness radiating from her—along with her composed manner—were no less impressive than a head maid.
A very formidable opponent.
“Oh right, boss, and also—”
“Alright, alright, enough, enough!”
Annabella’s head felt like it was about to explode.
She hurriedly muttered, “I’ll be back at noon,” and rushed out of the clinic.
Eve was left standing there alone.
Marg’s gaze followed Annabella’s departing figure for a mont before shifting to the white-haired maid.
She raised her head slightly and smiled sweetly.
“Hello. Are you the boss’s friend?”
Eve realized the girl was talking to her. She lowered her eyes slightly to look down.
Though it might have been a bit impolite, the height difference made it unavoidable.
After thinking for two and a half seconds, she answered with a single word.
“Yes.”
“Nice to et you. My na is Marg. And… I’m also the boss’s lover.”
“E—” Eve froze halfway through introducing herself.
Lover?
What?
What exactly was this person saying?
Before Eve’s brain could process it, Marg had already darted away. Her small figure disappeared around the corner leading to the clinic’s back hallway.
Only a few seconds later, she ca running back again, holding a black coat clearly too large for her fra.
“You’re going out together, right? Could you please give this to the boss for ?”
She stood on tiptoe, stretching the coat toward Eve.
“It’s windy and cold outside. She’s dressed too lightly. Please.”
Eve instinctively accepted it.
She looked down at the coat, then at Marg’s hopeful face.
“…Alright.”
“Thank you very much!”
Marg bowed deeply.
“Have a safe trip!”
She waved cheerfully before turning around and humming as she returned to her work.
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In the alley beside the clinic, a black car had been waiting.
Eve walked over calmly, opened the passenger door, and got in.
Warm air from the heater filled the car, blocking out the chill outside.
She placed the heavy coat on her lap.
Annabella started the car and asked,
“What’s that?”
“Your lover asked to give you this coat and reminded you to dress warmly.”
“What? Lover? Don’t make laugh. Since when did I—”
She stopped mid-sentence.
The car suddenly fell silent.
After taking the coat, Annabella suddenly blurted out anxiously,
“Baby, don’t misunderstand! She and I are innocent!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Really! I swear to heaven—”
She glanced at the sky outside the car window first, carefully confirming there were no storm clouds.
Then she continued solemnly,
“I swear I never went all the way!”
“Idiot…” Eve rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, closing her eyes to rest.
Annabella pouted.
As the engine roared to life, she glanced down at the coat and sighed softly, muttering,
“Does that silly girl think she can drive a big truck…”
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Outside the window, the streets rushed past.
Suddenly—
The car screeched to a halt.
Annabella imdiately started cursing angrily, forcing Eve to open her eyes.
Judging by the direction, they were heading toward the Old City District, approaching the bridge connecting both sides of the river.
Eve didn’t really care where they were going.
She was about to close her eyes again when another loud shout erupted.
“You old fossil! Are you blind?!”
Annabella leaned halfway out the window, pointing dramatically at an elderly man crossing the road with a cane.
“Stay ho and rot instead of wandering around! What, you think that useless little stick of yours can make prostitutes laugh?!”
“If I weren’t such a kind person, I’d run you over and use you as a speed bump! See if you’d survive that!”
She even spat on the ground afterward.
The scene was so uncivilized that even the normally composed Eve couldn’t help comnting.
“…Isn’t it a red light right now?”
“…Is it?”
“…Isn’t it?”
Only then did Annabella realize she was the one who had run the red light.
She had wrongly cursed the poor old man.
But…
“So what? I already ran the red light. Couldn’t he have been considerate enough to move aside when he saw coming?”
Hearing this, Eve covered her face and leaned against the car door without speaking.
She had learned her lesson.
Trying to make a foolish human understand social morality—
Even for a vampire, that was apparently too difficult.
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