Chapter 297 Market [1]


    "Aimar."


    "What?"


    "Question."


    "Ask."


    I turned, leaning against the edge of the table, arms crossed as I sized Aimar up.


    He was dressed sharply in a waiter''s uniform—white sleeves rolled neatly under a ck waistcoat, his usual annoyed look in ce.


    "If you woke up," I began, watching him, pletely oiled up on top of a mountain, with a ck eye and... uh... a sharp stinging pain in the backdoor, would you tell anyone?"


    His head jerked up in disbelief. "What type of questio—."


    "Yes or no. Bitch."


    "No. Fucker."


    "Really?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Wanna go mountain hiking?"


    "Hahahaha."


    Elijah, standing beside me, let out a heartfeltughter. He wore the same clothing as Aimar.


    "Why the hell are youughing?" I turned my gaze on him, head tilted. "You''reing with us."


    Elijah''sughter died instantly.


    "Uh... I should really—"


    "Where are you going?" I grabbed his wrist, grinning like a maniac. "Want some candy, little boy?"


    "Aimar, help!" He yelled, trying his best to get away from my grip.


    "Huhuhu, no one is going to save you from me." I let out an eerieughter, tightening my hold as Elijah''s face contorted into genuine worry.


    "A-Aimar." He stammered, but the boy he was asking for help wasn''t even listening to him. "Help me, he is serious!"


    "Can you stop being a dick?" Aimar growled, mming his hand on the table. "I''m trying to work here."


    "What work?" I scoffed, finally releasing Elijah, who stumbled away like a frightened rabbit. "You''re practically a gigolo."


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