Top Assassin with Superpowers Reborn novel Chapter 138

"Raymond, why are you following me?" she asked.

Raymond felt the weight of her gaze. There was an inexplicable authority in her eyes that made him uneasy.

He felt awkward now.

He had no idea what to say, mostly because he'd never really talked to a girl properly before.

"Maggie, are you used to living here?" He glanced at the small two-story cottage in front of him, frowning deeply. He'd never noticed she was staying in such a remote place all alone.

"Maggie, come live with me in the main villa," he said. "This place is for servants. You shouldn't be staying here."

Margaret stared at him, her expression still cold as she refused outright. "No need. I like it here."

Her distant, unapproachable attitude left Raymond lost for words again.

She was icy, making it impossible for anyone to get close.

Raymond knew there was no way to make up for the way he'd neglected her over the past year and a half—not overnight, anyway.

Raymond, who'd always been unruly, suddenly dropped to his knees in front of Margaret, apologizing sincerely. "I'm sorry. I was wrong about you before. It was my fault for not taking good care of you. Give me a chance. I'll definitely protect you, and no one will ever bully you again!"

In all his life, Raymond had never knelt to anyone except when he was being punished by the family rules.

But now—he was kneeling to Margaret!

If this would make her forgive him, he'd even give up his life without hesitation.

Yet his kneeling didn't stir the slightest emotion in Margaret.

Now he realizes he is wrong?

Too bad. Their real sister is already gone.

She sneered, her arrogance unyielding. "I don't need anyone's protection."

Raymond forced a bitter smile.

"If you want to kneel, then kneel," she said. "You owe it to your sister up in heaven to kneel properly anyway!"

A faint smile played on her lips.

She turned and walked away.

Kneeling on the ground, Raymond was confused for a moment when he heard her words.

What does she mean by "sister up in heaven"?

She's standing right in front of me, alive and well...

Raymond didn't think too much about it, chalking it up to Margaret's angry words.

He stayed on his knees.

The night grew late.

In front of the small two-story cottage, Raymond remained on his knees, ignoring the cold wind.

He didn't kneel expecting forgiveness with just one gesture.

He knelt simply to ease his own conscience.

Looking down from upstairs, Margaret had no intention of stopping him.

Margaret frowned. Has he been kneeling here all night?

Raymond's actually tougher than he seems. Staying on his knees through this icy weather all night without passing out? That's impressive.

Raymond looked at Margaret, his voice ingratiating. "Let me drive you to school later. I'm a great driver—I'll take you for a ride!"

He was a professional racer!

Over the years, countless girls had begged to ride shotgun on the back of his motorcycle, begging him to take them for a ride.

But he'd never let anyone back there.

That spot was reserved for the person he cherished most.

Now, he wanted to give it to Margaret.

This was his redemption.

It was also one of the only ways he could think of to win her over.

After all, girls loved the thrill of riding on the back of a motorcycle, right?

He wanted to make Margaret the happiest girl alive!

"Move. I'm going for a run."

Faced with Raymond's attempts to curry favor, Margaret's expression remained cold. She pushed him out of the way without mercy.

Raymond, caught off guard by the push, stumbled and nearly fell.

He watched her walk away, his gaze filled with raw agony.

The bitter wind stung his skin, yet it paled in comparison to the icy chill she exuded.