My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189

The flat–headed man strode into the university campus.

The path was slick, yet he walked with remarkable stability–his feet slid slightly, but he adjusted each step to maintain perfect balance. Watching closely, it was both astonishing and uncanny.

Following a route similar to Ray’s, he first entered the East Cafeteria and saw the bodies of Brandon and the others. He frowned and stepped back.

But instead of going to the West Cafeteria, he headed into the teaching building.

After searching a while, he emerged again and continued forward.

Soon, he found five students in a classroom–the same five Ray had questioned earlier–still huddled around a fire for warmth.

The students were visibly surprised. This man clearly wasn’t a university staff member or a student, so how had he braved the cold and treacherous path to reach them?

The flat–headed man set down his bag. “I have questions. Answer honestly, and the things in this bag are yours.”

The students peeked inside. Bread, instant noodles, and a few bottles of water. Excitement lit their faces. “Ask! Ask us anything!

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Ten minutes later, the man nodded in satisfaction.

Suddenly, he drew his short blade and lunged. Swish, swish, swish–the knife slashed through the throats of all five students almost simultaneously.

“Doug!” His eyes gleamed.

“Your ability… is mine now,” he muttered.

Unfortunately, Ray hadn’t yet reached the residential complex when dense fog began to roll in, forcing him to stop the car.

“Time to eat,” he said to Heather.

She must have thought he was a trickster–he’d just claimed her, yet hadn’t fulfilled his promise.

But when she saw him flatten the seat, set up three small laptop tables from the bed, piece them together into a large table, and then place plate after plate of delicious food atop them, she finally realized her misunderstanding.

He hadn’t intended to cheat her–he’d just been too eager.

They began to eat.

Ray had never gone hungry, before or after the disaster. Heather, however, had survived for over twenty days in a teaching building, subsisting on scraps and small snacks. Not only had she lost proper nutrition, but her sense of taste had dulled entirely.

She used to dream that if she could just have a single bowl of mac and cheese, she’d give anything.

Now, that wish wasn’t just granted–it was blown out of the water.

Mac and cheese, chicken noodle soup, garlic mashed potatoes, and even a whole grilled lobster.

Ray ate sparingly, just enough to fill his stomach. Heather, meanwhile, devoured everything with no regard for decorum.

When she finished, Ray forced her to drink another bowl of chicken soup.

“You just became a woman. Drink this to replenish yourself,” he said with a smile. “It has a lot of nutrition in it. It’s good for

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your blood and energy.”

Heather’s face flushed bright red.

After she finished, Ray considered having her drink milk, given her malnutrition. The past twenty days had been mere survival for her, and her body had suffered.

But her stomach was already nearly bursting–she couldn’t eat another bite.

The night passed. In the morning, after breakfast, Ray drove back to the villa.

This time, the trip was smooth. Half an hour later, they arrived without incident.

Parking in the garage, Ray told Heather to get out.

She was shocked. “You’re just letting me go out in this?”

She was wearing autumn clothing. Even normal winter clothes could freeze someone to death at this temperature, let alone

autumn wear.

Ray laughed and draped an arm around her neck, kissing her lightly. “My dear Heather, how could I let you freeze? Trust me- get out of the car.”

Only then did Heather cautiously open the door.

To her astonishment, a rush of warm air spilled in–not the cold!

Her eyes widened as she stepped out. Warmth enveloped her completely.

“Ray!”

A chorus of voices called out. Eight gorgeous women appeared in the garage. And a dog–but she ignored that.

Heather was stunned. Among the eight, two were less striking, but the remaining six rivaled her in beauty. One in particular was younger and even more stunning than her by a subtle margin.

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Two of the women looked familiar.

“Professor Campbell!” Emily, Katie, and Jess spoke in unison.

Heather’s memory snapped. “Katie! Jess!”

She didn’t recognize Emily.

Her face immediately turned red.

Of course, she knew these two were the campus’s top beauties–both brilliant students who won first–class scholarships year after year, famous throughout the university. Just like she had been.

And now, their presence here meant only one thing. They were also Ray’s women.

The revelation left Heather utterly dumbfounded.

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