Chapter 938 How Many Times Have You Spilled Water On Me

Steven entered the dimensional illusion with Carla. With calm steps, he said. "It is better this way. She needs to get used to it. She needs to realize that she has to do things by herself." Steven looked around, inspecting the surroundings.

Steven's gaze landed on wooden benches with tables not far from his location. It was one of the few things that could be touched inside the virtual reality experience. He casually took a seat.

"What do you mean by that? Is it not great that she relies on you, that she trusts you? It means that she needs you." Carla frowned at him, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She sat beside Steven, inspecting the materials on the bench table. She realized that none of the teacups were real. They were simply illusions created by the virtual reality projections. They could be seen but could not be touched.

In this place, only three-dimensional objects were real, the rest were simply illusions.

"I am not her boyfriend. It is clearly wrong to lead her on like this." Steven glanced at Carla and realized she did not bring water with her. He brought out a bottle, twisted its cap open then handed it to her.

"Here, you can have this. Rest assured. It is clean."

Carla realized that she was actually thirsty. After giving Steven a glance, she accepted the bottle, drinking the water in it.

Quenching her thirst, she reached for the bottle cap Steven placed between them. From the corner of her eye, she saw something that made her heart leap from her chest.

Behind them was a ghost dressed in a ragged white dress splattered with blood. Her eyes were covered with a red cloth. She wore a terrifying grin with her abnormally wide lips, revealing her jagged white teeth. The ghost slowly crept towards them.

Carla froze in her seat briefly before grabbing Steven's arm. She pulled him back abruptly.

Carla never tore her eyes from the ghost, her hand grasping Steven's arm in panic. Confused, Steven followed her gaze and was alarmed but calmed down after. He decided to approach it, extending his arm in front of him. His hand met a smooth screen.

"Calm down. Nothing to worry about. It is just a screen." He tapped the screen with his knuckles.

The screen was large and so close that it felt too realistic.

Carla let out a breath of relief, crossing her arms over her chest.

It was terrifying when the image appeared out of nowhere. They did not even notice that there was a screen behind them.

Steven looked down, examining his clothes. They got wet thanks to the water from the bottle Carla was holding earlier. "How many times have you spilled water on me?" Steven brushed the spilled water off with his hands.

She jogged her memory. If it served her right, this was the third time she had spilled water on Steven.

"I deeply apologize. That thing really scared me." Carla looked at him apologetically, using her own handkerchief to help him dry himself.

She looked up only to see him smiling at her sheepishly. She felt heat rise to her chee

hing she could do anymore. She had to let Carla go. "Fine, but promise me we'd hang out again sometime soon."

Carla nodded, smiling at her friend. She bid the others farewell then approached Cindy and Steven. "You guys have fun. I have to go now," she told them.

Cindy didn't speak but she waved her hand.

Steven, on the other hand, watched her leave, a strange expression plastered on his face.

Soon, the sun went down from the sky, leaving the stars to twinkle in the night.

The group insisted on staying until it was late.

Steven decided to drive Cindy home.

"Hey, Steven, would you like to come in? You've driven me home before but you never entered the house..."

Cindy said, exiting Steven's car.

Steven paused, staring at the steering wheel.

"Okay." His reply took Cindy aback.

She blinked repeatedly, afraid she heard him wrong. She snapped out of her thoughts and nodded enthusiastically.

They entered the house. It was immaculately clean, no dirt or dust in sight. Books are placed neatly placed on the shelves by the wall, most of them about art.

He could tell that some books were recently bought. They were still covered in plastic and barely touched, the edges did not have creases either.

An art easel stood beside the desk. Its structure seemed familiar. It might be the same brand he used for his work. The other art materials in the room were of his preferred brands too—from pigments to drawing papers.

"Take a seat, Steven." Cindy gestured the chair by the study table.

Cindy handed him a glass of water she got from the kitchen. She glanced at the incomplete painting on the easel, smiling shyly. "I'm still teaching myself how to paint. I've read books but I obviously lack practice. Would you mind giving me some tips later?" she asked.

Steven did not bother to even glance at her paintings, accepting the glass of water from her.

With a deep breath, he met Cindy's twinkling eyes. "Cindy," he started. "There is something you have to know."