Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 719

Sleepiness overtook Heather, but she was afraid of falling onto the ground. Hence, she would stir a little and wake up at once as she curled herself up on the tiny sofa. She turned up the heater to full blast, but she felt chilly no matter what since she had only a thin blanket on her. She wondered if Zayne didn’t have enough time to fix up this shelter or if he was deliberately pulling pranks on her. She appeared to be in a bad mood as she rubbed her nose in a very unladylike fashion.

She was bored stiff as there wasn’t even a TV inside the cabin. She couldn’t sleep well, nor could she watch a soap opera even if she wanted to. At this moment, she missed the bustling scenes of Bradfort City terribly. Now, it seemed so hard to get what had been within her easy reach. Heather buried her face in the sofa and took a deep sniff at its genuine leather, for it smelled way more pleasant than the stench in the cabin.

Since she couldn’t sleep no matter what, she decided to play her trump card by putting herself to sleep using the most primitive method. “One sheep, two sheep, three sheep…” There appeared to be countless little sheep before her eyes, yet drowsiness failed to sweep over her.

Heather’s head throbbed with pain, for she was in a situation where she wanted to sleep but couldn’t do so. However, she couldn’t do anything about it since she couldn’t even find a book in such a place. When she thought about this, she felt very displeased since Zayne was being rather inconsiderate.

Meanwhile, the same man sneezed while sitting in the car that was moving at a high speed. He pinched his nose and thought to himself, Is someone thinking about me?

There was still a long way to get to Bradfort City; it wasn’t small, and it deserved to be called a cosmopolitan. Zayne liked this city because Heather had been born and raised here, but the current situation had become increasingly complicated right now. Even though he described it to her as though it was easy to solve, the situation was actually difficult to turn around. Besides, he wasn’t the person who could turn things around either.

It wasn’t easy to put things back in order, and Zayne regretted promising Heather to come here since he had to face a complete mess of things now. Just then, he wondered if she was getting used to living there right now. After all, she was the daughter of a wealthy family, so he thought that she probably couldn’t get used to sleeping in that kind of place at all. Upon thinking about this, his lips curled into a sly smile. He admitted that he had selfish motives in arranging such a shelter for her, but this was nothing. Worse things might happen in the future, so this could be considered an advance warning for her.

As the car drove into the city, Zayne found a comfortable posture for himself and rearranged his position in the vehicle. He estimated that they were at least 20 minutes away from their destination, and the journey would take longer if they got caught in any traffic jams. “No third person can know about what happened today,” he said from his seat at the back of the car to the driver in front, using an authoritative tone that allowed no rebuttal.

The driver responded in a deep voice, “Okay.”

Zayne closed his eyes with satisfaction. The driver in front of him was no ordinary person. Instead, he was an all-around bodyguard that Zayne had specially hired from abroad for his personal safety. This guy was an assassin who typically sought refuge in remote areas, but he would occasionally work as a bodyguard. He was almost capable of everything, and his ability to kill was even more unbeatable. Meanwhile, Zayne was a person who was on friendly terms with both the government and the underworld. He disliked fights and killings, but since his personal safety was being threatened this time, he couldn’t find a more reliable protector than the man in front of him.

Just then, the driver in front of Zayne lowered his voice and said to him, “I have to remind you as a friend, Zayne.”

The latter, who had just closed his eyes, opened them once more. This guy rarely spoke, so Zayne wouldn’t ignore him when he opened his mouth on such a rare occasion. “I know what you’re going to say.” He didn’t want this guy to advise him since that would make him appear stupid.

“Don’t ruin yourself for a woman, Zayne,” the all-around bodyguard reminded in a caring manner.

Zayne propped himself up with his arms and narrowed his eyes as a smile of resignation played on his lips. “Are you advising me in your capacity as my younger brother, Jason?” He leaned forward. Perhaps no one would’ve thought that this man, who could kill people without batting an eyelid, was the younger brother of Zayne, the great detective.

“Don’t coerce me using our brotherhood. We aren’t related by blood,” Jason Lee retorted contemptuously. I shouldn’t have reminded Zayne, he thought to himself.

“Yeah, our relationship is one between an employee and his employee.” Zayne laughed. He shouldn’t have brought up the subject of brotherly affections at such a time, for he should’ve known long ago that Jason had no regard for affections.

“Either way, remember to take care of yourself. I don’t want to collect your dead body,” Jason replied coldly.

“Just be rest assured, you brat. I’ll probably be the one who collects your dead body instead,” Zayne retorted, refusing to show any signs of weakness. Nonetheless, Jason still cared for him a little bit, and this was more than enough.

With that, Jason returned to his usual and indifferent self without saying another word. Zayne had long been accustomed to this side of him, and he sometimes even suspected that he was a robot. He recalled the scene where he first met Jason as a child; Jason looked like an alien at the time, for his big head and tiny body made him look funny yet pitiful.

Zayne had gotten himself a house in the city this time, and it cost him a lot of money. The houses in Bradfort City were insanely expensive, so much so that even single apartments were unreasonably overpriced. I must make Heather pay for all this. She has lots of money in her personal vault anyway, he thought to himself with a smile. Why can’t I use anything else but money to communicate with those close to me? He would arrive at his apartment in another while. He was a bit tired, and he couldn’t wait to go back and get some sleep.

The car stopped in the apartment’s underground parking lot, and Jason protected Zayne as they got out of it one after another. This kind of underground parking lot was where accidents were most likely to happen, so he shielded his employer with his own body out of his professionalism.