Guilty Lover

Chapter 3

In the apartment, Ava turned off the shower and walked out of the shower room.

The mirror on the sink was fogged up. She put on a loose white T-shirt and reached out to wipe out a shiny half arc.

The wound on the forehead was no longer bleeding, but the bruise on the neck was vaguely getting worse.

Under the cold white light, Ava paused while checking the injury. She was stunned and found that the necklace on her neck was gone.

She panicked for a moment and rushed from the bathroom to the living room barefoot without even bothering to put on shoes.

It should have been lost when she confronted Yair just now.

"Looking for this?" A hoarse and slightly drunk female voice came from the bar.

Ava turned her head and saw Rose wearing a dark green nightgown, leaning against the bar with her hair disheveled and drinking. A thin and bright silk thread hung on her fingertips, a little crystal hanging in the dim light, faintly.

The hanging heart finally settled down.

"Is this broken necklace worth your panic?" Rose said lazily, putting the necklace in her hand on the table.

Ava walked over without saying anything, and when her fingers were about to touch it, she was suddenly held down by Rose.

"Why is this necklace so important?" Rose asked, with a contemptuous tone and provocation, like a cat playing with its prey.

"It's because of it that you went to Mr. Green and did things for him, right?"

I have to say that the sixth sense between women is sometimes really accurate.

Ava was assigned by Mr. Green to be with Rose after she came to New York. To put it nicely, she is Rose's bodyguard; to put it bluntly, she is actually helping him to monitor Rose's every move.

Ava has always been an indifferent person, and she has always been too lazy to argue about irrelevant things. So now, she just tightened her fist and pulled the necklace out of Rose's hand with force.

Ava used 80% of her strength. Rose's hand didn't have time to retract, and her elbow hit the edge of the marble table, causing her to grin and hiss in pain.

The wide sleeves of her nightgown slipped open, revealing a dark purple wound on her arm.

Ava was stunned, remembering that this was probably the injury she got on the boat today.

Mr. Green must have done a lot of bad things behind the scenes to raise Rose's awkward personality.

Although she didn't want to get involved in the Green family's affairs, Rose's injury was ultimately due to her negligence at work, so she couldn't help but feel a little more guilty.

Ava put on the necklace, turned around, grabbed Rose's wrist, and dragged her directly into the bedroom.

Rose howled all the way, and was pressed on the sofa by Ava without any resistance. She wanted to jump up and resist with a big lady's temper. But she was frightened by Ava's cold eyes and sat back down listlessly.

Ava went outside to get medicine and applied it on her.

"Hey," Rose still tried to talk to her, "How much money did Mr. Green give you? I'll give you double it, and you help me kill him."

"Miss Rose," Ava said coldly, "You can't make such jokes casually."

"Who said I was joking?" Rose still had a cynical attitude, half drunk and leaning on the sofa, muttering: "Don't you say that killing someone should be punished with death? He has done so many bad things, why doesn't he need to pay with his life?"

Ava didn't want to talk, so she could only bury her head in applying the medicine.

The room became quiet, with only the rustling sound of gauze rubbing against each other, which seemed rare and warm.

Under the influence of alcohol, Rose finally calmed down a little, her hands dropped, and she leaned towards the low cabinet beside the sofa, knocking over a sundry box on it.

The mess fell all over the floor.

Two medicine bottles rolled out of a paper bag, and Ava recognized that these were the "sleeping pills" that Rose asked her to pick up tonight.

Clomid - a drug that promotes ovulation.

The two of them were stunned at the same time. Rose rushed over to grab something on the ground. During the struggle, she was pushed to the ground by Ava.

"What is this?" she asked, her tone was cold and hard.

Seeing that the truth could not be hidden, Rose simply broke the jar and lay on the ground and sneered: "Isn't it written? Can't you read?"

"I'm asking, what do you want to do with these?"

Rose laughed even more happily, "What do you think? It can't be for health and beauty, right?"

Ava was speechless and really wanted to strangle this woman right now.

Rose's rebellious deeds were told in detail by Ava on the first day of becoming her bodyguard.

I don't know if she met true love or just to make trouble for Mr. Green. As soon as Rose came to New York, she quickly got together with one of his most capable assistants.

The man has been with Mr. Green for many years and is now the marketing director of the New York branch of Wings Group. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be sober-minded and do such an outrageous thing with Rose.

But in the gentle land of heroes, there are many men who can't control their crotches.

Now the cooperation between the two companies has been decided. As long as it is not excessive, a few romantic scandals are not worth mentioning in the face of huge interests.

So Ava probably guessed what Rose was planning by doing this.

"You want to take revenge on Mr. Wen, but you don't have to joke with your body."

"Oh, really? I can't," Rose asked, "Then why can they?"

Ava was silent, and finally took the medicine on the ground without saying a word, got up and left.

*

The rain stopped at some point, and the wet air on the terrace on the top floor of the apartment still made the vision blurred.

The orange-red light was weak, and a "click" sound cut through the hazy night.

A little spark and white smoke rose, and she saw the light ink sky in the city.

The train started, the orange and silver lights came on, and the taillights of the cars on the road were like rolling pearls. Countless lights were embedded in the vast and boundless night, making people feel lost.

The current situation is more difficult than Ava expected.

In fact, two years ago, when she agreed to Mylan and accepted the FBI's informant mission, she thought about how difficult this road would be. So giving up was not even within her consideration. Although her true identity is still well hidden, once Yair suspects that she is Nannuo's, he will not give up easily. This means that she is not sure how long she can get close to Yair through Rose before she finds out the truth. So, she has to come up with a countermeasure quickly. But how to do it? Ava thought about it and felt that the most feasible way now is to start with the Nannuo family. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. If there is a pledge of allegiance, which can tie her interests to Yair's, Yair will believe that her motives for approaching Rose, or even approaching him, are reasonable and they share the same hatred. This can at least prove that she is not Nannuo's insider. The alarm is lifted, and she can still stay with Rose. Ava took out the mobile phone in her jacket pocket with a long sigh, lowered her head and opened the cover of the lighter, and took out a communication card the size of a fingernail from it. The call was connected, and Mylan's voice came from the other end.

He really hadn't slept yet.

It seemed that he was always there every time she needed him.

Ava suddenly felt warm in her chest, and the smoke flowing in the expanded lungs turned into torches, drying her cold and wet body.

"It's great to hear your call." He said, with a tone of relief, "How is it? Are you in no danger?"

"Yeah," Ava responded. She always reported good news but not bad news, and habitually avoided unnecessary worries, and only said briefly: "Help me check Nannuo's background, the more detailed the better."

"What's wrong?" Mylan asked, a little worried, "Why do you suddenly want to check Nannuo?"

"I plan to use this to approach Yair directly."

"Don't be stubborn," the voice on the other end rose a few degrees, unable to hide the anxiety.

Ava rubbed her swollen temples, and did not try to persuade the other party. She just said in a calm voice: "If you don't help me, I will find someone else."

The other side was silent for a while. After a long while, Mylan finally responded "OK", and then reminded softly, "Look up, three o'clock."

Ava looked in the direction of the voice and saw a row of almost invisible colored lights in the central park square not far away, forming a small circle, like a ruby ​​in the dark night.

"Happy birthday," Mylan said, "I hope I am the first person to wish you a happy birthday."

Her heartbeat stagnated for a while, and then fell heavily.

If Mylan hadn't reminded her, Ava would have forgotten that today was her birthday.

She stared at the circle of lights that were surrounded by the shape of a cake for a long time, and then said calmly, "Thank you."

The person on the other end of the phone paused, wanting to say something but stopping, and finally couldn't say anything, just said "good night".

Tender and tender, almost whispering.

She still just said "um" faintly, and then hung up the call.