Chapter 251

---- Chapter 251 If Giselle hadn't ambushed the man earlier, Orin might have been the one lying dead on the floor. Hence, there was a hint of warmth in his eyes when he looked at her. In broken Valanthean, he said, "Thanks... for that." "You don't need to thank me. You saved me the other day too. " The fear she once had around him was gone. Even after witnessing him shoot another man dead right in front of her, she remained unshaken. Giselle plastered a smile on her face and, almost like a pledge of loyalty, said, "You're the boss here. This is your territory, and I belong to you.

If I see you in danger, of course, I'll do whatever I can to save you." Orin couldn't understand complex Valanthean, so she kept her words as simple as possible. For once, the man who was usually cold and ruthless let the faintest smile slip. In his eyes, she was just a defenseless woman; she posed no threat at all. Yet, she had just risked her life to save him. That made him see her ina new light. He lowered his guard as it stirred an unfamiliar trace of sympathy in him.

For aman who had spent his entire life surrounded by blood and steel, no woman had ever managed to elicit any feelings in him. To him, women had always been nothing more than playthings to satisfy his physical needs or tools to make ---- money. However, this foreign woman had awakened something inside him that he had never felt before. He realized it wasn't just her striking beauty; it was the calm, steady fire in her eyes and the quick wit that other women didn't possess. Orin couldn't help but lean in close to her, his rough hand lifting her chin.

"From now on, do as I say, and I'll make life easier for you." His thumb brushed against her lips, lingering there ina slow, suggestive caress. Even though she felt nothing but disgust inside , she forced herself to stay calm, enduring his touch without flinching or pulling away. It didn't take long before he leaned in to claim her lips. However, just as his lips were about to touch hers, he suddenly remembered the HIV test result she had shown him. He stopped short, straightened, and pushed her away. "How's your... condition?" he asked. Giselle took the opportunity to make a request.

"It's still in the early stages. It can be treated. Why don't you take me toa hospital outside to get some medicine?" Orin, however, gave her a wary look, his face hardening back into its usual coldness. "Don't push your luck." She had to admit that his Valanthean wasn't bad; he even knew how to use that idiom. With that, he turned and left in haste, already on the phone to have the corpse on the floor taken care of. ---- As soon as his figure disappeared down the hall, Giselle shut the door. Dropping to her knees, she leaned close to the floor and peered under the counter.

Reaching in, her fingers closed around a gun. It was the pistol that had belonged to the man Orin had just killed. When he was kicked to the ground, the gun slipped from his grip and, carried by momentum, skittered under the counter. Giselle had watched the gun slide under the counter and was sure Orin would pick it up later. To her surprise, he hadn't; all his attention had been on finishing the man off. Just then, she heard footsteps and voices approaching to remove the corpse, so she slid the gun into the waistband of her pants, pulling her shirt down to hide the bulge.