Chapter 251 - See You Later

Ferne had never forgotten his first meeting with Noah. Noah wore a mask, exposing only his chin. He was tall and sturdy. His straight suit was perfectly pressed against his body. All his moves were natural and casual, making it hard for others to associate him with bad words.

How could a person like him say these words with such an expression?

Ferne didn’t know what happened to Noah, yet he realized that his previous impression of Noah was wrong. Noah was not a rich man with high social status. He saved those children mostly because of his past experience. Ferne didn't not know what happened in the past, but judging from the present situation, it could not be good. Noah's expression was as gloomy as what he wore on that rainy day when he saved him from the police station.

"Come out for dinner."

The sound of knocking waked up Ferne. He then realized that there were three bowls of rice and two dishes. One of the dishes was probably the leftover of the lunch. Noah heated it up and brought it here, but it was placed in front of himself.

"Enjoy yourselves, guys, I'll eat later." said Christy in her room.

Noah did not say anything. He handed chopsticks to Ferne and said in a low voice, "Let's get started."

Ferne was particular about food. The chef of the Dalton Hotel was recruited by him personally. He didn't make the final decision until tasting more than a thousand dishes. In the end, his tongue was almost numb. What delicacies had he not eaten in the hotel all these years? Noah's words were not a compliment, but to get mentally prepared. After all, Noah's cooking skills might...

Oh my god!

Ferne almost held his breath to try the first dish. Out of courtesy, he was going to praise without any thinking, but after taking a bite, he couldn't help but say, "How about being a chef in my hotel?"

Noah ate leisurely, as if nothing happened.

Ferne tried the rice. Oh, my goodness, how could the rice be so delicious?

He then reached to the leftover in front of Noah, yet was stopped by him." This is the leftover." said Noah with frowned eyebrows.

"What's the big deal?" Ferne was puzzled. "Why can't I eat it if you can?"

This was a plate of Braised Cabbage with Beef.

Instead of the beef, he took a piece of cabbage and put it into his mouth. At that moment, the cabbage dipped in the soup stirred up his appetite. Ferne was almost excited. "How could it be delicious?"

Noah wiped his mouth with a piece of tissue. Hearing these words, he looked at him as if he wanted to say something. However, he opened his mouth but said nothing.

Ferne said while eating, "I know I'm rude, but it's really delicious. How about coming to my hotel as a chef if you have nothing to do? Your annual salary could be up to one million, I promise."

After finishing the food in his mouth, Noah answered, "Too late. I've been working for someone else."

Ferne had forgotten Noah's deal with Emily, thinking that Noah had really found a new job. He questioned, with a displeased expression, "Who is your boss? How much does he pay you?"

"Eight thousand a month," Noah said calmly.

"..."

"Any progress?" Ferne poured himself a cup of red wine. After thinking for a while, he poured another cup for Noah, even though Noah had clearly said that he would not drink.

"Nothing."

Noah and Christy had been narrowing their targets these days. They marked all the bars and entertainment venues they have entered, crossed off safe places and circled suspicious places in red.

They had searched this city for many years, yet found nothing. The fire at the villa seemed to alarm the group, causing them to keep quiet. Noah and Christy, however, lost their clues.

"It's fine. Many people have been secretly sent out to investigate. They will find something. Take it easy." Ferne was handsome when he was serious. Hearing these words, Noah looked at him a few more seconds.

"What?" Ferne wiped his mouth, "Is there rice on my face?"

"No." said Noah, raising his brows.

"Then why do you stare at me?" Dalton looked at him weirdly. "By the way, my employees are strange these days. They keep urging me to talk to you. I'm a man, ok? Why do I talk to you ... I don't know if I'm thinking too much, but I always feel that they are strange..."

"You think too much." Noah took a sip of the red wine.

"Don't you say you don't drink?" Ferne pointed at him and said, "Men are always liars, right?"

"..."

The saying made sense. However, was it really all right for a man to say such words to the other man?

They finished their meal, yet Christy still stayed in her room. Noah showed Dalton to the door and said, "Contact me through phone. Don't come here again."

"Are you worrying about my safety?" Ferne smiled lightly, "Come on, I am..."

Noah interrupted him, "Save it. I just worry about my sister."

...

Christy stared at the little robot in her room. She did not say anything but just stared at the robot, as if she was looking at Mr. Trevor through the eyes of the robot.

Mr. Trevor, in the garret, knew that she couldn't see him, but was stunned by this kind of gaze.

They looked at each other for a long time.

Finally, Christy broke the silence, "Why are you always around me?"

The robot didn't answer. It was as quiet as usual.

A few seconds later, it seemed that something came to Christy's mind. She explained, "I don't mean that being stared by you makes me feel uncomfortable. I'm just ... curious, why do you give it to me if you need it?"

She used the word 'stare' rather than 'monitor'.

The robot remained still, as if it was looking at her, yet it appeared like that the person on the other side was not there at all, so it did not respond.

"You can leave now," Christy patted the robot's head. "Go back to your master."

The robot seemed to understand this command. It stretched its legs and took a few steps outside.

Christy felt sad for no reason. Probably, she was too lonely. However, the smile on her face was so perfect, as if she had practiced countless times.

"You don't even say a goodbye. You will not come back, right?" She asked.

The robot turned back before jumping out of the window, it seemed to speak, but it said nothing. As the window opened, it jumped out and flew away.

"That's it." Christy thought, "We will never meet each other.." She was drowned in a sense of loneliness, and hugged herself tightly.