Chapter 75 Direct Hit
À moment later, Shane emerged from the stone cave and walked over to Layla. “What I meant was to give him my treehouse. I’ll just… make do a while longer in yours.”
If Layla still didn’t understand what Shane was getting at by now, she’d be an idiot.
“You like me?” Layla frowned.
She’d never been the type to beat around the bush.
Growing up in the apocalypse had seen to that.
In the end times, if two people felt a spark, they’d roll around together right there in a field or a forest.
And yet, out of that endless despair, a stubborn, almost obsessive hope had been born.
The hope that even if they died, there would be a next generation to end this chaotic, hopeless era.
In that world, children had become everyone’s hope.
Layla had seen too many people driven mad by the need to procreate
Love in that world was a luxury far too costly to claim. Even in these relatively peaceful days, she still dared not reach for it.
Layla had to admit that Shane was a good man.
Anyone who got to know him would be drawn in by his genuine, honest heart.
But this was a novel’s world. Shane was the heroine’s mate.
And Layla? In this book, she was nothing but a disposable villain-a foil to highlight the heroine’s virtues.
Of course, she didn’t think she had to stick to the ending the book had written for her. She was fighting tooth and nail to break free from the pull of this story.
The world she’d come from hadn’t taught her to roll over and accept fate. But that world’s final ending had taught her that some things were sealed from the start.
Yes-even though everyone had fought like hell to survive, that world corrupted by the zombie virus was destroyed in the end. Everyone had died when the last patch of clean soil on the planet was finally corrupted.
Layla was no exception.
Those years of clawing for survival in the face of hopelessness had taught her two things: never accept fate, and accept fate.
Never accept fate—that was why she was trying to carve out a path to survival in this book with its predetermined ending.
Accept fate-that was why she kept her distance from everyone and everything in the original story that
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Chapter 75 Direct Hit
had led to the original owner’s miserable downfall.
Shane was one of those.
[Ahhhhh! Being direct just hits different! Who else feels me?]
[Right here! Nobody gets it more than I do! I thought these two would dance around each other for a while longer, but nope-Layla, you are my goddess!]
[I thought Prof. Slater would be the one to break the ice first. Never expected Layla to go for it!]
[I saw it coming. Don’t forget-Shane only got to move into Layla’s cabin because she invited him in the first place.]
[Yes! That’s when I felt it too. Before that, she made him sleep in the cave. She went soft on him. She felt bad for him. Prof. Slater is living the dream!]
[Layla is the goddess of going soft!]
[And Shane is the one who melts the goddess of going soft!]
[I’m shipping them so hard I can’t breathe!]
While the live chat was losing its collective mind, Shane could see the struggle written all over Layla’s face.
But when she asked, he still gave her an honest answer. “I suppose so, yes.”
He was always like this. Honest. Open. He never hid how he felt, never buried what was in his heart.
Layla looked down. She didn’t say anything.
Shane didn’t speak either. He didn’t move. He just stood there looking at her-not pushing, not demanding, but making it very clear that he wasn’t going anywhere until he got an answer.
[Something feels off…]
[Layla, you’re not going to say no, are you? Please don’t! We complain all the time about Prof. Slater being too harsh and way too demanding, but he’s genuinely a good male!]
[Yes! I mean, sure, he acts like we’re all idiots-but he’s made peace with the fact that the world is full of idiots. He just keeps dreaming about turning idiots into geniuses. You can’t say he doesn’t take mentoring seriously!]
[He’s good at everything he puts his mind to. Yeah, he seems kinda hopeless when it comes to daily life, but he learns fast when he wants to. Look how much he’s improved in just twenty days. Layla, just look at him, please.]
[I feel like Prof. Slater is about to shatter into a million pieces.]
Shane wasn’t quite as dramatic as the live chat made him out to be–but there was definitely a certain fragility to him.
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