Chapter 21 Reluctance

Chris and Nuhra returned to the villa from the garden, said good night to each other, and prepared to wash up and rest.

Chris lay on his side in bed, his eyes fixed on the faint light seeping through the curtains. The intelligent system had considerately turned off the lights for him, but he couldn't fall asleep.

Over four months had passed since his time here, and Chris was constantly adapting to the various challenges that came his way. Studies, conspiracy, interpersonal relationships... all of these things were woven into a complex web.

Corris doesn't think he is a firm and decisive person. When he was still a modern man named Kojo, he was always regarded as indecisive. After all, he was always afraid that he would lose everything if he took a wrong step.

After crossing over, the influence of the original owner, Corris's situation and remaining memories on him cannot be ignored... Corris sank into Rouyuan's bed and turned over.

"...You underestimate yourself too much and are unwilling to trust others." Nuhra's previous words were deafening, causing Chris to examine himself - had he really always put himself in a weak position before?

The more he thought about it, the more exhausted he became. He couldn't fall asleep, so he sat up irritably. He looked around in the darkness, feeling a little lost, but finally decided to go out for some fresh air.

After leaving the room, the intelligent system turned on the floor lamp for him. Chris gathered his coat and went downstairs quietly.

Chris walked into the living room, paused, and looked toward the dimly lit dining room. After a moment, he looked away and walked out of the villa.

The night was thick, like an impenetrable curtain. The stars still twinkled in the sky. Not wanting to go too far, Chris sat down on the steps in front of the villa.

As the cool night breeze blew by, his heart was extremely calm, his mind was empty, and fragments of life flashed through his mind, especially everything about the past two days.

For the first time, Chris began to crave the warmth given by others. He was so tired that he just wanted to stop and put all the conspiracies behind him... But would ignoring all this make him feel infinite happiness from now on?

In the villa behind Corris, the lights in a room on the third floor slowly lit up. Nuhra, dressed in a nightgown, stood in front of the window, looking at the young man's dazed back from afar.

Nuhra didn't intend to take any action. He was indeed interested in Kris, but not to the point of being overly concerned about everything... Besides, talking too much was pointless; if Kris really wanted to figure things out, he had to rely on himself.

The relationship between the two of them was currently just a friendly marriage alliance. He couldn't guarantee anything more, nor was he in a position to give it to them.

After an unknown amount of time, Corris stood up from the stairs, dusted himself off, and went back into the house.

Nuhra stood there for a moment longer before his figure disappeared in front of the window. Not long after, the lights in the room also went out, leaving only darkness.

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The next day, Chris couldn't sleep last night and decided to go to the garden to enjoy the fresh air. As a result, he successfully overslept and had a headache.

He struggled to get up from the bed, washed up in a listless manner, then walked downstairs like a wandering soul, sat at the dining table and started breakfast for the new day.

Chris couldn't eat, so he ate a few bites of bread, washed it down with coffee, and finished his meal. After the robotic arm took away the remaining food, he was still stunned, not able to recover.

After sitting in the restaurant for an indeterminate amount of time, Chris belatedly remembered that he and Nuhra had plans to dine out together that evening. After a moment's reflection, he decided to move his training and reviewing plans forward to the afternoon.

It was almost noon after Chris had breakfast, so he planned to eat a little more and have lunch together.

Chris remembered the leftover cream stew from last night's dinner. He walked to the refrigerator, opened the door casually, and took it out.

Huh? Why does it feel lighter? Chris weighed the food container in his hand and found that it was indeed much lighter than when he had put it in last night.

As his thoughts wandered, he opened the container with a puzzled look on his face—the stew was indeed missing. His first reaction was that Nuhra had taken it to work, and sure enough, as he closed the container door, he noticed the holographic note he had overlooked projected onto the surface.

The cream stew was delicious and successfully replaced lunch in the military cafeteria today.

The handwriting was exactly the same as on the previous sympathy card, and the content was still in the familiar style... Chris smiled knowingly at the note, took out his electronic pen and added a sentence below:

[It's my pleasure. I'm glad that the Admiral likes me.]

After confirming that the content on the note was correct, Chris nodded with satisfaction, took the heated dish, returned to the table, and slowly tasted the cream stew that tasted the same as when it was freshly baked last night.

After lunch, in order to avoid indigestion, Chris wandered around Nuhra's garden for a while, went back to his room and took a short nap before starting today's physical training.

Still apprehensive about the shooting equipment in the gym, Chris carefully avoided it and focused on the basic exercises.

Chris was in average physical condition today, so he continued his low-energy training, but intentionally extended it. When the alarm he'd set in advance went off, Chris was still panting.

After resting for a while, he took the time to take a good bath, and then stared at the clothes he brought in the cloakroom.

After two seconds, he wisely gave up thinking and let the intelligent system choose a basic casual suit for him that would not go wrong in any way.

Everything was ready. Chris took the luggage he was going to take back to school to the living room and sat on the sofa, waiting anxiously for Nuhra's contact.

Fortunately, the door of the villa was opened shortly after by Nuhra, who came in after work. He took Chris's portable compressed luggage bag in a gentlemanly manner and made a serious "please" gesture.

Corris's nervousness dissipated a lot. He smiled at Nuhra and walked towards the hovercraft parked in front of the door together.

This was not the military-issued bus I had taken the last few times, but a new vehicle I had never seen before. It didn't look ostentatious, but it had a touch of luxury.

Nuhra seemed to have realized something and explained, "After get off work, there's no need to drive the car you used to go to work."

"Is this car usually parked in the military building?" Chris was tempted by the matte paint of the car and reached out to touch it.

"It's parked at another property under my name." Nuhra said calmly, motioning Chris to get in the car.

"...I'm going to hate the rich." Corris said gritting his teeth.

"The Nar family can't be so stingy, right?" Nuhra lowered her head to confirm the destination on the driving program, with a slight smile on her lips.

"None of those are mine." Corris shrugged and said calmly.

Nuhra kept moving her hands, glanced at Corris, and said, "You will have everything you want."

"Is this a prophecy or a wish?" Coris chuckled and looked at Nuhra's profile seriously.

"It's true." Nuhra finished her operation and sat down. In the spacious carriage, they were the only two sitting face to face.

"...Yes, I will make it come true." The meditation while sitting in front of the stairs last night brought new ideas to Chris. He also imitated Nuhra and leaned back comfortably in his chair.

Nuhra was as perceptive as ever. He noticed that Corris's mentality had changed, and his overall temperament had also become more relaxed.

"I really want to witness that moment." There was encouragement in Nuhra's tone. He has always been optimistic about Chris.

Kris rested his head on the chair, closed his eyes and murmured softly, as if to himself, and also to Nuhra: "Since escaping will not make me happy, then I might as well try to face it..."

Chris did not see Nuhra's thoughtful expression. He opened his eyes and found that Nuhra was staring at him intently.

"What's wrong?" Corris tilted his head, puzzled.

"...It's nothing, I'm just impressed by your words." Nuhra said with a smile, her eyes still fixed on Coris.

Chris felt a little embarrassed. What he said just now was just a sudden emotion. He didn't expect Nuhra to make such an evaluation.

Nuhra glanced at Chris's red ears, kindly changed the subject, and introduced him to the restaurant they were going to tonight.

"The desserts here are good, especially the muffins." Nuhra said calmly, as if she didn't notice the moment when Chris's eyes lit up when he heard the word "muffin". "The muffin recipe for breakfast at home is from this restaurant."

"That's great!" Kris exclaimed sincerely, "The breakfast muffins are delicious."

Nuhra's smile widened, and she suggested considerately, "Then you can bring some back to school tonight."

Chris's eyes sparkled and he nodded quickly.

The restaurant was not far away, located near the Sky Tavern where they had last discussed their engagement. Kris followed Nuhra, who showed the waiter her reservation on the terminal, and someone immediately came to show them the way.

Nuhra entered the restaurant first, looked around, paused for a moment in one direction, and then returned his gaze to the front. Chris did not miss Nuhra's movement and looked in the same direction, but found nothing.

After successfully taking a seat, Corris tentatively asked, "Just now... was there something going on over there?"

Nuhra responded calmly: "I thought I saw someone I knew, it's nothing." Chris was relieved and waited for dinner attentively.

Because Nuhra had ordered dishes when she made the reservation, the appetizers and bread were served as soon as they sat down, and then the dishes were served one by one in order. Chris enjoyed the whole meal very much.

"Here are your desserts." Before leaving, the waiter smiled and handed the carefully packaged muffins to Chris.

Chris took the pancake and got on the car happily, ready to be taken back to school by Nuhra. Nuhra couldn't help laughing when she saw him like this.

"How about tonight?" As they were almost at school, Nuhra, who had been quiet for the entire drive, looked at Chris and asked.

"Very good, really." Kris' words were sincere. Everything Nuhra prepared was enough for even the most picky person to find no fault.

Nuhra nodded with satisfaction and wanted to say something else, but the obviously slowed down speed of the car indicated that they had reached their destination and it was time for Chris to get off and leave.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Nuhra." Kris smiled lightly and happily. He looked at Nuhra seriously, but his voice was lowered. "...Looking forward to seeing you next week."

Nuhra smiled and agreed, "See you next week."

He didn't avoid Corris's gaze, but followed his true thoughts and said bluntly, "I'll wait for you."

Chris opened and closed his mouth, as if he had been beaten back to his original state, and spoke quickly: "Don't forget to read the message I left for you."

Nuhra took in Corris's expression and suddenly felt a little regretful... two days was still too short.

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