Chapter 11 Homecoming (1)

After coughing until his eyes were blurry with tears, Kris finally recovered. He looked at Nuhra in shock and tried to refuse with a hoarse voice, "This, this doesn't seem necessary, right?"

Nuhra smiled and asked Corris, "Then what do you think is necessary?"

"If we want our marriage to seem less sham, relying solely on a so-called agreement and this ring isn't enough..." Nuhra lowered her head and slowly rotated the wedding ring on her finger. "If we want to convince others, we should first pretend we've deceived ourselves... Leaving some evidence will convince them that what they see is the truth."

Chris remained silent, his mind racing, pondering the implications of this incident for him. He had originally intended to stay in the Vincent Military Academy dormitory to avoid returning to the Nar family home, but he hadn't expected Nuhra to directly ask for cohabitation.

Nuhra watched every change in Kris's expression, then leaned closer to him with a sincere expression, "This incident won't have any negative impact on you... Please believe me, Kris."

Like a bewitching snake, Nuhra intentionally or unintentionally placed her ring-covered hand on the armrest of Corris's sofa. She chuckled softly and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, just treat my house as a luxurious hotel... a place for you to stay."

Chris didn't want to admit that he was persuaded. Nuhra's words might not be right, but they hit the mark exactly where he needed them.

Chris sighed and admitted defeat. "Do I need to prepare anything?" he asked.

"Well... you can bring some necessities, I can prepare the rest, and I will give you the address and key later." Nuhra said it easily, but Kris couldn't help but fall into distress again after hearing it. He didn't know what was necessary for him.

"Don't worry if you don't know what to bring," Nuhra said, taking care of her own business. She was happy to show some understanding to Corris and said soothingly, "If you have any other requests, you can tell me later."

"I will." Kris didn't want to say much, just vaguely promised Nuhra, and then took the initiative to say goodbye, "I'm a little tired, can we call it a day?"

"Of course, let's leave together?" Nuhra was surprisingly easy to talk to this time. As soon as Chris proposed to leave, he readily agreed, and Chris couldn't show any refusal.

The two left with the attentive service and farewell of the robot waiter. In the empty elevator, the worried Chris and the calm Nohra stood one after the other, showing a delicate balance.

A ding sound ended the silence that had nearly completely engulfed the entire elevator. As the elevator doors opened, Chris walked out first, followed by Nuhra, who followed at a leisurely pace.

There were not many cars parked in the garage. Chris saw his car at a glance. He wanted to leave directly, but suddenly remembered that it seemed impolite to do so. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to turn around and say goodbye to Nuhra behind him.

"Nuhra, I..." Chris had just begun to speak when his scalp suddenly tingled and a tingling sensation spread across his back. He paused for a moment to adjust himself, and Nuhra watched his entire movement.

Corris suspected he was overthinking it, because Nuhra, standing before him, remained expressionless and appeared normal. He cleared his throat and spoke cautiously, "Then... Admiral Nuhra, shall I be leaving?"

Nuhra nodded with a smile, gestured "goodbye" to him, and stood there watching Chris leave.

After Chris's car drove out of the garage, Nuhra's car drove up to him steadily. Nuhra got in the car, and the smile on his face disappeared. He took out the terminal and instructed his adjutant Louis:

[Nuhra: Someone is following Corris, take care of it.]

Louis, who was on standby, quickly responded and immediately began investigating. Nuhra put the matter aside for the moment, and the terminal screen went dark.

He thought of Chris, this seemingly pale and fragile young man, yet full of contradictions that were difficult to control. Every choice he made was an effort to increase his chances of winning in this unfair game.

Nuhra finally began to face up to the marriage partner he had chosen himself. Instead of finding him interesting, he would describe him this time as - "exciting."

On the other side, Chris drove back to the Nar family's house in a swagger. When he got out of the car, he was still thinking about his meeting with Nuhra today, and he walked into the house just out of habit.

But today was not destined to end simply. As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Mrs. Nar sitting in the middle.

As he entered the house, Chris's steps froze for a moment, then he immediately returned to normal. He moved more gently, not wanting to disturb Mrs. Nar.

"Where have you been?" Corris took a small step forward, and Mrs. Nar interrupted him directly with anger in her tone.

"I'm just going out to prepare things for going back to school." Chris's hand in his pocket involuntarily touched the box containing the wedding ring. His face looked normal and he seemed confident when he spoke.

Mrs. Nar was clearly unconvinced. She scoffed and stood up with an exaggerated movement, her gaze blazing as she squinted at Kress. She strode towards Kress and berated him, "Do you think no one knows about your secret actions?! Don't try to hide them from us!"

For a moment, Chris actually thought his private actions had been discovered. He kept his face stern, trying not to show any change in expression, and refused to continue communicating with Mrs. Nar: "...Mother, I don't understand what you are saying. I'm going back to my room first."

Corris ignored Mrs. Nar's unusual anger and simply chose to ignore her. As he passed by Mrs. Nar, his arm was yanked hard, and she pulled him back to her side with surprising strength.

Chris felt pain and frowned, trying to break free from her restraints, but she held him tightly. He had to lean sideways to accommodate Mrs. Nar's movements.

Mrs. Nar leaned close to his ear and muttered strangely, "What did you talk about with Nuhra, huh? Do you think you can take control of anything?"

Hearing this, Chris was shocked and angry. He didn't care about being exposed or not. He just shook off Mrs. Nar's hand and shouted at her, "I don't even know what you're talking about! Please stop telling me what to do!"

Mrs. Nar got the reaction she wanted and smiled contentedly. She reached out and smoothed the wrinkled sleeves of her clothes, saying with dignity, "You are a member of the Nar family. Don't do anything that betrays your family."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you - the Nar family also has many supporters around them." Mrs. Nar finally said something meaningful without a beginning or an end, and the warning and threat were evident in her words.

Corris suppressed the doubts in his heart, snorted coldly, and no longer wanted to deal with her. He turned around and left without mercy.

Chris's legs went weak, and he didn't know how he walked back to his room. As soon as the door closed, he leaned back, leaned his back heavily against the door, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Nar's words had already set off a huge wave of shock in his heart. He was now certain that the strong feeling of being spied on when he was leaving Nuhra just now was not groundless... He was very likely, no, definitely being followed by someone from the Nar family.

It was one thing after another, Chris laughed wryly at himself. The invisible pressure was suffocating him, forcing him to think quickly about countermeasures.

Since Mrs. Nar already knew part of his actions, did he need to continue to hide it? Corris's mind was in a mess, and his body slid down uncontrollably and sat down on the ground.

He recalled Mrs. Nar's words over and over in his mind, vaguely tasting the trap in her language... Mrs. Nar seemed to only know that Coris and Nuhra had been connected, but she didn't know what specific deal they had reached.

Mrs. Nar's vague words were merely an attempt to provoke Corris into revealing himself. There was still hope for a turnaround, but he needed to proceed with caution and inform Nuhra of this matter to prevent her from being affected.

Chris now sincerely wants to return to Vincent Military Academy, because as long as he is under the control of the Nar family, he will always be at risk of being monitored.

Although returning to school might not completely get rid of this situation, if Nuhra later becomes a visiting professor on campus and takes charge, the Nar family might not be able to reach out that far for the time being...

Wait, why am I thinking of Nuhra again... He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was a little too dependent on Nuhra.

Perhaps it was because with every meeting, the image of Nuhra as a mastermind became more and more deeply ingrained in his mind, making it impossible for Chris to ignore or forget it.

Although Chris has been reminding himself not to entrust his future to anyone, Nuhra's strong attitude always makes him unconsciously imagine what the other party will do when encountering emergencies.

With his palms full of cold sweat, Chris reached out again to confirm the existence of the ring box. When his fingertips touched the cold metal ring box, he felt relieved.

He took out the ring box, and the moment he opened it, the iridescent colors of the cloud silver stone immediately shone in a corner of the room...Chris remembered Nuhra's suggestion about the ring, stood up with his hands, and asked the smart butler to find an ordinary silver necklace for him from the cloakroom.

The smart butler knew the interior of the cloakroom very well and quickly presented the necklace to Chris. He silently and firmly transformed the freshly baked wedding ring into a necklace and put it on.

He stood before the mirror, observing the effect of the necklace. The brilliance of the silver stone was too dazzling. Kris placed his palm over his chest, obscuring the ring, which was adorned with a thin silver chain. After a moment's thought, he finally put the specially made necklace inside his clothes.

The terminal vibrated twice in the other pocket of his coat. Kris continued to stare at the full-length mirror in front of him. Detecting his gaze, the terminal displayed a message directly on the mirror: a reminder:

[March 30th, 1049 StarCraft, only one day left until the start of the "Homecoming" schedule.]

Chris closed his eyes and opened them again. The message on the mirror had disappeared. He took a deep breath. Although he was uneasy about the new challenge and the new environment, the anticipation in his eyes was obvious.

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