Chapter 27: Staying Overnight While holding Diego’s unhappy expression, Mary throws…
Pulling Diego, who had a bad expression on his face, Mary asked him a question: "Why don't you do it yourself? Anyway, to outsiders, you are just a blond-haired, blue-eyed boy, and you won't be discriminated against anymore."
"Because Diego can get the treasure's original value better than I can." This was Lilith's intuition. If she wanted to auction her things for a high price, she would probably have to try her luck in a gray area. Diego wouldn't stand a chance of losing money there, but she might end up losing more than she gained.
But Lilith didn't know that after she left, things took a dramatic turn. First, Diego awakened his Stand ability, and could find the suitcase filled with her scent simply by smell. Second, Diego was now a thorn in the President's side, and he had to get the money quickly to pave the way for his own protection.
There was no way Diego would agree to Lilith, but on the other hand, Mary became interested.
"Can you heal the spine?" Mary asked.
Lilith immediately knew who Mary was referring to, but she wouldn't lie to gain advantage. "Are you talking about Mr. Johnny? While his condition isn't the most serious among my patients, I've never treated a patient like him. Conservatively speaking, there's only a 40% chance of regaining sensation in his lower body, and a 20% chance of him recovering and standing up."
Although the probability was lower than expected, Mary never gave up hope.
"Wait, is there something wrong with my ears?" Diego's voice suddenly rang out. Mary turned around and saw his blue-green pupils, like will-o'-the-wisp burning beside a grave in the night. "Why am I here, hearing the name Johnny?"
Clamping Mary's chin, Diego's eyes seemed to penetrate Mary's pupils and see through her entire body: "The person you are talking about, is it Johnny Joestar?"
While she didn't know why Diego was furious, the situation couldn't be described as anything but dire. Lilith huddled aside, feeling conflicted, not daring to help. Her Stand had absolutely no offensive power at all, and going head-on with Diego would only mean she was wasting her life.
Mary suddenly recalled the past. Johnny's face was filled with wariness and dislike for Diego, and he even gave her a gun. Even though she didn't know what the feud between Johnny and Diego was, in her mind, love and dislike often go hand in hand. Since Johnny hated Diego, Diego could also dislike Johnny without restraint.
How could she calm Diego down? Mary searched her meager memories for a solution.
"Uh... that..." Mary tried to recall the words to express intimacy: "Sweetheart, are you unhappy?"
The name made Diego's fingers relax for a moment, but he still frowned. "Isn't it obvious, Mary?" His fingers slid to her neck, where an exquisite necklace had been hanging before, but now it was empty. "That piece of rag-and-bone metal, was it also a gift from him?"
“…”
Diego, already knowing the answer, sneered. He exerted force with his fingers, digging his nails into Mary's cheek. Any harder and it would draw blood. His voice was completely cold, "It's fun to tease me, isn't it, Mary?"
"What's so fun?" Mary didn't understand Diego's complicated thoughts.
"Enough!" The sound man pulled Diego's hand away: "I don't care what Mary did, but you have no right to use violence against her here."
"Huh?" Diego drawled. "You mean, I can cause trouble for her when you can't see me?" He spread his hands. If it weren't for his inimitable good looks, it would be easy to think of him as a scoundrel. "Mary, your so-called friends are ridiculously useless."
Although Yinren was a gifted young man in the tribe, he still couldn't hold back when Diego deliberately misinterpreted his meaning. He said something that shocked everyone present: "The land you are standing on belongs to Mary. She is the true owner of this land." Yinren said in a low voice: "Have you ever seen a guest dare to act wildly against the host?"
Diego stared at Mary, then at the sound man, then at Mary again, who remained calm and composed. He wondered if this woman was the reincarnation of an onion spirit, her bizarre identities layered upon layer, seemingly endless.
"You mean, she is the governor of Arizona..." Diego hadn't asked such an uncertain question for a long time, but he did feel that the outrageous things he encountered today were too many.
Mary shook her head and nodded. "It doesn't count." She recalled the President's words and said slowly, "Should I say... my power is higher than the governor's? All of Arizona belongs to me, and I can replace the current governor at will."
"Are you kidding?"
Being questioned was not a pleasant experience. Mary crossed her arms and said, "Why else would I be so poor? The president's salary is not low."
As soon as Mary finished speaking, she saw Diego's smile appear on his face again, looking sweeter and more affectionate than ever before: "Oh, my Mary..."
"Stop it." This kind of smooth talk no longer worked on Mary. It only gave her goose bumps. "You looked much better when you were angry just now."
Diego was silent for a moment and then asked a question: "Do you have any special fetish?" No normal person would hate flattery.
He saw Mary shake her head, her brown hair swaying as she did so, like a horse full of life shaking its fur. "I just prefer... the real you."
She stepped forward, the sincerity in her eyes blinding Diego. He took a rare step back, but Mary also stepped forward. "Why are you angry? Can you tell me? I don't hate you, so I don't want you to hate me."
"Hmph." Diego thought his words were full of thorns, but everyone else could hear that his voice had softened, like a lynx having its throat stroked, purring gently. "Then tell me, did Johnny send you to investigate me?"
"No." Mary's resounding answer made Diego relax, but he was not satisfied with Mary's simple answer. He signaled her to continue with his eyes.
"The man who came to see me was a cowboy. To prevent you from retaliating, I can only tell you this much. He was commissioned by a friend of Ms. Tel's and asked me to observe you."
Diego continued to ask: "What is your relationship with Johnny?"
"I'm his maid."
"Then why did he give you the necklace?"
"Because he was very grateful to me for taking care of him. I was the only one who didn't abandon him."
Looking into Mary's eyes, Diego sensed she was telling the truth. He gently touched Mary's cheek and, for the first time, apologized. "Sorry, sweetheart. Did I hurt you?"
Slapping Diego's hand away, Mary's silver eyes reminded him of the bullet in the gun. "I thought I had done something wrong to make you so angry. But it turned out to be just a misunderstanding caused by your imagination. Now it's my turn to be angry."
Lilith had never imagined that the man who had made her so nervous would be so lost because of Mary's words. He tapped the ground uncomfortably with his right toe and rubbed his head with his leather-gloved left hand, as if he were stuck in a century-old dilemma.
"Mary..." He tried to grab the brown-haired woman's clothes, but she dodged him in disgust. Diego had always been eloquent, but now, for the first time, he didn't know what to say.
Anxiety and regret flashed across Mary's eyes, but she paid no attention to them. Instead, she looked at the man beside her and said, "Thank you for helping me out. You've worked so hard today."
Yin Ren looked at her, guilt brewing in his heart, but he would never regret his choice. He just said softly: "As long as you want me to do something, I will do it. It's just a small thing, how can it be hard?"
It felt like that primitive man running around in just pants was trying to curry favor with Mary. Diego rolled his eyes in disgust, but no one noticed.
Mary asked Lilith, "Where are your…mother's dowry? Do you have any idea of its value?"
"I put them in my suitcase," Lilith whispered. "Actually, in my country, each of those things would be worth a fortune. Some are priceless... but here, I can't guarantee anyone will recognize their value."
The implication is that those things may be worthless.
Lilith wasn't sure if Diego wouldn't snatch the money and run away after she got the suitcase. But looking at Yinren and Mary, she slowly mustered up her courage. "It's really late today, and I buried it far away. How about we rest first and show it to you tomorrow?"
Diego looked at his watch. The hour hand was already pointing to three. If he stayed up any longer, it would be like not sleeping all night. As a horse racer who pays attention to maintenance, Diego did not refute and looked at Mary.
Mary also felt that doing so was too tiring. She did not have the habit of treating herself like a beast of burden, so she quickly agreed to the request.
She skillfully picked up a blanket from the ground, spread it out in the corner, and prepared to sleep in her clothes.
Lilith twitched her lips at this uncouth behavior, then chuckled to herself. The past was but a fleeting dream, and it was time to wake up. She quickly composed herself and threw another blanket over the fire. Luckily, it was clean, or else she would have had a sleepless night.
Diego recalled the days of extreme poverty, when they had slept in the Chase. To prevent him from being crushed by others, his mother would find a corner seat, using her body to block out the awkward sleeping positions of his coworkers, so that he could at least get a good night's sleep.
Subconsciously stroking the pocket watch containing the photo, Diego also chose a blanket and lay on the ground.
After adding more firewood to the brazier, Lilith wrapped herself in a blanket and quickly fell asleep. Yinren sat down, not too far from everyone else, resting his eyes. Mary knew Yinren was reliable, so she fell asleep with peace of mind.
Mary didn't know how long it was before she felt someone approaching her. Her body instinctively outpaced her thinking, and she unsheathed her dagger. Just as she was about to strike someone, she realized it was Diego lying next to her.
Mary was puzzled as to how this guy had finally rolled over to her side when they were clearly quite far apart.
How bad is this guy's sleeping posture...
Mary muttered quietly in her heart, but her eyes had already wandered to Diego's blond hair.
Of all the people she knew, Diego's hair was the purest golden color she had ever seen, like the brightest sunlight on a scorching summer day, and she loved it from the bottom of her heart.
At this moment, the man next to her was putting his arm on her shoulder, with the other hand tucked into his chest. He looked much more fragile and harmless than usual, but it only highlighted his appearance, which was exquisite and unmatched.
He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, which made Mary's hands itch in a rare moment.
Just a touch...it shouldn't be discovered, right?
Just as Mary was about to put her hand on the other's head, Diego suddenly opened his eyes, no trace of sleep in them.
It was her first time being caught, and Mary felt her ears begin to burn. She was about to say something when the arm on her shoulder suddenly began to exert force, and Diego's eyes flashed with a cunning look of success.
The handsome man came over like a cat, holding Mary in his arms. His voluptuous lips touched Mary's, and his eyelashes brushed across her eyebrows.
His lips were warm and exceptionally soft. For the first time, Mary understood the meaning of a brain freeze. She was so stiff that she didn't even know what to do.
Her five senses were now passively taking in everything about Diego: the heat of his body, the muscles in his arms, his smooth bangs, his high nose bridge.
He didn't attack the city, but just the touch of their lips was extremely satisfying.
After the kiss, he looked at Mary, who was blushing from her face to her neck, and smiled happily.
"My sweetheart." Diego stroked Mary's cheek and said playfully, "I'm giving myself to you as compensation. Don't be angry, okay?" The author has something to say:
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