The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 214: More appetizing

"After this... I’m thinking of retiring. No, actually, I’m already planning to."

"What?" Fil gasped as this was the least she expected. From the tone of Jackson’s voice, she thought there was grave news he wanted to tell her. Not that this was considered a bad one, but it was a surprising one.

"I’m not going to become poor and make you the sole provider," he laughed.

"Jack, you know that isn’t what’s important to me," Fil stressed. "Why would you retire?"

"I worked all my life to the bones just because I can. But now, I want to do something else and that is to take care of you," he explained quietly. "My goal is to be the perfect househusband — with money, of course. Financial problems ruin marriages."

Fil had a divided opinion about his plan. So she asked, "Is this why you have to leave?"

"Yeah."

"Jack..."

"You don’t want me to?"

"No, but it’s just..." she trailed off, lowering her gaze as she tried to process this.

Jackson had a huge company to run. His influence, his circle, and everything around him were something one could only dream of. He was at the top of the world, standing at the highest peak only a few people had reached. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say he was a legendary figure in the business world.

And he was leaving all of that to... take care of her.

"Jack..." Fil sat up and leaned back, smiling appreciatively. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes."

"Will that make you happy?"

"The good thing about working tirelessly is that I have the freedom to retire. Life’s short and I don’t want to waste a second."

"If that is what you want, then who am I to stop you?" she whispered. "But you won’t be coming back and halting everything just to see me tomorrow. You’ll settle everything as planned then, come home to me."

Jackson’s eyelids drooped as they softened. "Mhm. I will."

Fil stayed in the line for quite some time until she found her energy to wash up. When she hung up, Jackson slowly put down his phone and lifted it to the person entering his office.

"It’s rare for you to be here. What are you doing here, Kim?" Jackson asked, leaning back in the wing chair in the barely lit office in a mansion. "And what is that expression? Did you hear everything I told her?"

Kim clasped her hands and slammed the desk between them. "He’s missing."

"Who?"

"Jack." Kim’s eyes shook and even before she could say anything, Jackson’s expression turned stiff. "Quentin... is missing."

A second after those words rolled out of Kim’s tongue, a figure suddenly appeared by the door.

"Alamo," Jackson breathed out, pushing himself up as he figured this wasn’t just a simple problem. "Kim told me about it already. I’ll go look for it."

Alamo, the person who visited Jackson in Fil’s apartment, stopped beside Kim. He glanced at her coldly before setting his eyes on Jackson.

"Did she also tell you he had woken up?"

Deep lines instantly appeared on Jackson’s forehead.

"Find him, Jackson, or forget about your plans with Filomena because no amount of cover-up for why you are vacating your post will stop the council from finding out about her," The fire in Alamo’s eyes flared as he spoke sternly. "Quentin cannot be out there."

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Meanwhile...

"Good thing my clothes fit on you." Kenzo nodded approvingly, looking at the person standing in the middle of his apartment unit. "Do you remember anything now?"

Quentin shook his head, still not saying a word. frёeωebɳovel.com

Ever since they arrived at Kenzo’s place, this man hadn’t spoken a word. If they hadn’t heard him speak earlier, he would think this man was mute. If this man didn’t suffer from a short-term memory, he wouldn’t have let him stay in his place. But Kenzo almost killed this man. The least he could do was give him a space in his place.

"It’s fine if you haven’t remembered anything. We can try again tomorrow," Kenzo sighed, gazing at the man from up and down. ’Did that shirt and pants always look this good?’

Now that Kenzo thought about it, this man looked rich. Considering the white long-sleeve blouse he was wearing with frills on the end of his sleeve and the bust part of the shirt, Kenzo thought this guy was in a play. It looked like the old chemise men in the medieval area would wear.

But even so, wearing a plain shirt and pants suits him as well. Kenzo was a man, but he had to admit to himself this guy seemed like someone from a wealthy family.

’But then again, if he’s a socialite here, I would’ve known,’ thought Kenzo, unaware he had been staring at the man longer than he was supposed to.

His brows rose when Quentin pointed at something. Following where the man was pointing with his finger, Kenzo’s gaze landed on the bookcase in the corner.

"You want to read?" he asked, and Quentin nodded.

"Oh. Sure." Kenzo nodded, watching Quentin march toward the bookcase.

Quentin chose which book he would like to read, making Kenzo wonder what book he would choose. Most of the books he owned were a few fiction books, and then the rest were all about his line of work. Some of the books were even from when he was still studying at the university.

When Quentin picked an old book from his last year in engineering, Kenzo heard the doorbell. He barely told Quentin the food delivery arrived before rushing to the front door to get it. As he did so, Quentin glanced over his shoulder.

[Filomena, by the way. The man I am with is Kenzo. He’s my colleague.]

Quentin slowly gazed back at the book cover.

’Her colleague,’ he thought as he opened the book, curious how the two of them became colleagues.

Quentin simply skimmed through the pages when Kenzo returned. The latter thought he was simply checking the pages.

"Those are boring books," Kenzo humored as he placed down the food on the coffee table. "No one enjoys reading those except for one."

Quentin looked back at Kenzo and cocked his head to the side.

"That woman we were with earlier," Kenzo answered, guessing the question Quentin didn’t ask. "But that also showed why she’s one hell of a woman in our field. Come. Let’s eat."

Quentin quietly marched to the small table and gazed at the food Kenzo was unpacking. As Kenzo did, Quentin slowly veered his eyes to Kenzo’s nape. His topaz eyes glinted with red as he licked his short fang.

"It’s not much, but the food from this restaurant is good —" Kenzo halted when a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder with such great force. When he looked back, his eyes dilated at the pair of murderous eyes gazing down at him.

"You..." Kenzo’s entire body shivered, watching the man’s side molars grow into fangs. "... what are you?"