In those three months, I saved him from danger countless times and on the day when the three months were up, the killer and I hired by the other party fired a bullet at the same time.
The opponent died on the spot and the bullet that shot at me was only half an inch away from my heart. I was lucky to survive.
When I woke up from the hospital bed, Jeff was lying beside me with red eyes, like a frightened rabbit.
“What are you crying for? Our cooperation period has expired and the mercenary is dead. No one can hurt you in the future. Don’t be afraid.”
I really thought he was crying because he was afraid. After all, he was different from me, who dealt with corpses all year round.
For someone like Jeff who had been pampered since childhood, it was normal for him to be afraid when he went through such a life-and-death situation.
But he shook his head, put his forehead on the back of my hand and spoke word by word with sobs.
“This world is too dangerous. I want to give you a home. Tyne, I feel sorry for you. Stay, stay with me, okay?”
I didn’t know if it was because Jeff’s red eyes were too sincere at the time, or if the words he said were too touching.
When he asked this question, I nodded for some reason.
From that day on, I tried my best to leave the organization, hiding my identity and stopped by Jeff, fantasizing about having a home with him.
And the bullet was made into a necklace by Jeff and he always carried it with him.
“This bullet will tell me at every moment that Tyne is the love of my life.”
But now, he clearly knew the meaning of the bullet, but still gave it to someone else.
Then it was time for me to leave.
Jeff finally went home at noon the next day.
There was a business cocktail party this afternoon and he came back to pick me up.
I looked at the clock on the wall and it was still a few hours before the boss sent a car to pick me up.
I didn’t want to arouse Jeff’s suspicion and cause unnecessary trouble later.
I nodded, changed into a dress and accompanied him out.
I followed Jeff, holding his arm and drank decently at the banquet.
At this moment, a man with a fat belly and few hairs on his head suddenly tripped and the red wine glass in his hand fell directly on me.
The dripping red wine slid down my collarbone and the old man’s eyes were fixed.
“Mr. Hurlbutt, your female companion is really good.”