Chapter 8: I just hate it.
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Inside the moving car, silence once again filled the space.
The city lights outside the window flickered as the car drove through the quiet evening streets. The night had grown colder, and a thin layer of fog had begun settling along the roads.
Blue slowly turned her head.
Her eyes landed on Sky.
He looked serious.
His sharp features were illuminated by the faint dashboard lights, making the shadows on his face deeper. His hands rested steadily on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.
Sky noticed her looking at him.
But he didn’t say anything.
He simply kept driving.
Blue watched him for another second before turning her gaze away.
She leaned comfortably against the seat.
The warmth inside the car and the quiet sound of the engine made her eyelids heavy.
Slowly—
She closed her eyes.
Within minutes, she had fallen asleep.
Sky noticed it.
He glanced at her briefly.
Her head leaned slightly to the side, her breathing calm and steady.
The temperature outside had dropped.
Without saying anything, Sky quietly increased the car’s temperature.
Warm air began flowing inside the car.
It made him feel slightly hot, but he didn’t adjust it again.
He simply continued driving.
Not long after—
They finally arrived at the hotel.
The tall building stood brightly lit against the dark night sky.
Sky parked the car in front of the entrance.
Then he turned his head toward the passenger seat.
“Blue.”
Blue frowned slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.
For a moment she looked confused, as if she had forgotten where she was.
Then her gaze cleared.
She quietly unbuckled her seatbelt.
Sky also unbuckled his before stepping out of the car.
Blue followed him outside.
A cold night breeze brushed against her skin, but the hotel lights and warm interior quickly replaced the chill.
She walked beside Sky silently.
Sky unconsciously slowed his steps.
His long strides became slightly shorter so that she could keep up with him.
Soon they reached the reception desk.
The lobby was spacious and elegant, with golden chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. Soft instrumental music played quietly in the background, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air.
Sky spoke briefly with the receptionist and received two room keys.
He handed one to Blue.
Then they both walked toward the elevator.
The ride upstairs was quiet.
The elevator doors opened onto a carpeted hallway lined with warm yellow lights.
They stopped in front of two rooms next to each other.
Blue inserted the card and unlocked her door.
Before she could step inside, she turned toward Sky.
Sky spoke calmly.
“Take a shower and come downstairs for dinner.”
Then he walked into the room right beside hers.
Blue entered her own room.
It was neat and comfortable.
She noticed a paper bag resting on the couch.
Curious, she walked over and opened it.
Inside were neatly folded clothes.
There were even undergarments prepared.
Blue smiled faintly.
Someone had clearly arranged everything in advance.
She picked up the clothes and headed to the bathroom.
The warm water from the shower washed away the coldness from the cemetery and the exhaustion from the day.
When she came out of the bathroom a while later—
Her hair was still wet.
She had changed into the dress from the bag.
It was a simple, soft cream-colored dress that reached slightly below her knees. The fabric was light and elegant, gently flowing with her movements. The sleeves were long, and the neckline was modest but graceful.
After the shower, her skin looked fresh and glowing.
A faint pink color appeared on her cheeks due to the warm water.
Without makeup, her natural beauty appeared even softer.
Her long hair fell down her back like a dark silk curtain, reaching all the way to her waist.
Blue picked up the hair dryer and began drying her hair.
But after several minutes—
She suddenly turned it off.
Her brows furrowed in frustration.
Her hair was simply too long.
When she used to be Daisy, she always kept her hair shoulder-length.
It was easier.
Practical.
Efficient.
But now—
In Blue’s body—
Her hair reached her waist.
It was smooth and silky, but still incredibly troublesome.
She sighed irritably.
Then she tossed the hair dryer onto the couch.
“Forget it.”
“I’m hungry.”
Her hair was already half dry anyway.
She walked toward the door and stepped outside.
The remaining damp strands naturally began drying as they rested over her shoulders.
Blue calmly closed her door.
Then she turned around.
She wasn’t surprised at all.
Sky was already standing there.
As if he had been waiting.
Sky looked at her.
For a brief moment, his gaze paused.
Her cheeks were slightly red from the shower.
Her long damp hair rested loosely over her shoulders and back.
He noticed the wet strands immediately.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly.
But he didn’t say anything.
Blue spoke first.
“Where are they both?”
Sky replied calmly.
“They are waiting for us.”
They entered the elevator together and went down to the hotel restaurant.
The restaurant was warm and lively, filled with soft lighting and quiet conversations.
Near one of the tables—
Xavier and Noah were already seated.
Both of them looked up when they saw Sky and Blue approaching.
Sky pulled a chair for Blue before sitting beside her.
Blue sat across from Noah and Xavier.
Soon the food arrived.
For several minutes—
They all ate quietly.
The clinking sound of plates and cutlery was the only noise at the table.
Blue calmly ate her food, using her left hand.
They already knows she was left-handed.
Noah noticed something strange, but it uncommon enough to catch attention.
Xavier also noticed something else.
He leaned forward slightly.
“You should eat meat too.”
Blue lifted her head and looked at him.
Her expression remained calm.
“I don’t eat meat.”
Then she lowered her gaze again and continued eating her vegetables using her left hand.
Xavier blinked.
“Why?”
Blue didn’t even look up this time.
“I hate it.”
Xavier frowned in confusion.
“Why?”
This time Blue lifted her eyes again.
Her voice remained casual.
“No particular reason.”
“I just hate it.”
She returned to eating again as if the topic didn’t matter.
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