Top Assassin with Superpowers Reborn novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69 Cold Poison and Warmth

“Andrew, you’re a grown man-stop being so wishy-washy.”

Margaret let out a soft laugh, then boldly pulled Andrew into her arms.

Andrew tensed slightly when she took the initiative to hug him.

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“Maggie, you’ll get cold.” His only worry was making her uncomfortable.

“It’s fine. We’ll freeze together.”

She’d once hidden in the freezing snow for three days and nights just to take down a target. His slight chill was nothing to her.

She liked him so much-loved the scent of his blood. If I can never taste his blood again, I’ll go crazy.

Once, nothing in life had been indispensable to her. Money, fame, power-she’d never cared about any of it.

But now, this man named Andrew had become someone she couldn’t live without. His blood was too

addictive.

Without him, she’d die. She’d lose her mind.

His body was really cold-like touching a block of ice, hard and frigid.

She recognized his ailment right away. “Andrew, are you afflicted with Cold Poison?”

Cold Poison was one of the weirdest, most dangerous toxins in the world. Those infected had a body temperature much lower than normal, couldn’t stand the cold, and had weak constitutions.

Their internal organs would gradually lose their resistance over time,

The worst part? Every night, the poison would flare up, leaving the victim in agony for an hour-like being trapped in a freezing ice cellar below zero.

The pain was like having their bones scraped and flesh torn off.

It was hard to imagine how Andrew had endured this night after night.

“Hmm.” Andrew’s body was still icy cold in her arms. The bone-chilling pain made him tremble slightly.

“Cold Poison is weird and tricky. You gotta keep taking doses of it every single day for a whole year, no breaks, or the poison will flare up. Not even one day can you miss. Honestly, with your status, there’s no way someone could’ve been slipping you this stuff nonstop for that long.”

Cold Poison was terrifying, but it was also hard to administer. It had a strong odor, so it should be detected immediately.

As a member of the powerful, ancient Mohler family-surrounded by experts-how had someone succeeded in poisoning him?

Andrew answered calmly, his voice emotionless-like he was talking about a stranger. “My mother was a

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pharmacist. When I was eight, she was researching Cold Poison. She gave me doses of it every day that year.”

He’d been her lab rat…

Margaret fell silent. Her heart felt like it was being pricked by needles-aching and numb.

The poison had flared up when he was nine. That meant he’d endured this pain for over a decade. It was a miracle he was still alive.

Even Margaret had to admire his willpower. He must have been kept alive by countless rare herbs.

She tightened her arms around him, her tone firm. “Andrew, don’t worry. I’ll cure you.”

“Hmm.” He replied faintly-obviously not believing her, his tone perfunctory.

Margaret picked up on his skepticism but didn’t bother explaining. “Still cold?”

He told the truth. “Yes.”

“How about this?”

Margaret undid her nightgown and pressed her warm body against his cold one, letting her body heat seep into his.

At the same time, her different-colored eyes glinted faintly in the dark.

She used her healing powers to keep his body warm.

Her superpowers could repair physical damage, but Cold Poison-deep in his bones-required medical treatment and rare herbs.

For now, all she could do was warm him and ease his pain.

“It’s not as cold anymore… Why?”

After a few minutes, Andrew’s voice softened, filled with confusion.

My Maggie never ceases to surprise me.

“I’ll explain later, Andrew. Sleep.” Using her powers had left Margaret’s voice a little tired.

In the darkness, their bodies tangled together.

Two people who seemed abandoned by the world found warmth in each other’s embrace.

At six in the morning, when the sky was just starting to lighten, Margaret opened her eyes.

Her cold, strange pupils were deep and emotionless-until they shifted to the man lying beside her.

A smile slowly curved her lips-soft, almost doting.

Then her gaze fell to her wrist, where a silver handcuff chained her to his.

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Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper