The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 299: Who will she pick tonight?

"Michael, you love your sister, right? So, you wouldn’t mind if you join her... in the afterlife."

Michael couldn’t move. He wanted to move, but he couldn’t. It felt like roots sprouted from the floor and was stilling him on the spot. All he could do was stare at the vile creature looking at him with such intense blood lust.

Marcus was staring at him with such a wicked grin. It felt like he was literally a monster clad in human skin.

"Marcus," Michael breathed out listlessly. "How did you become like that?"

The corner of Marcus’s lips stretched wider until the side of his eyes creased. "I’ll show you."

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Meanwhile...

"Bye~!" Elise stood in front of her place as she waved Kenzo goodbye. "Take care on your way home."

The two of them dropped by in a few places. Hence, they only arrived in the city now. Well, the resort Fil was staying at the moment was too far from the city. Just driving straight home would take them at least a few hours.

"Get in." Kenzo jerked his chin, the front row seat window still completely down. "I’ll leave once you’re in."

"What am I? Your girlfriend?" Elise humored with a pout. "Fine, fine. I’ll get in. Take care!"

Kenzo chuckled as Elise happily got inside her place. He watched until she closed the gates.

Slowly, the front row window rolled up, and the car sped away.

Resting his elbow on the window, Kenzo leisurely drove himself home. The weekend was fun, but also relaxing. It had been a while since he went on a vacation. Although they went to see Fil for her wedding preparations, it still felt like a break.

"Yet, we didn’t even meet her fiance," he muttered with a wry smile. "I guess we’ll only meet him at the wedding."

A wave of bitterness struck his heart at the thought. His first love was finally marrying and from what he had seen, she seemed very happy. Her family also approved of the groom.

"They called him... Jack," Kenzo muttered as that was the only information he knew about Fil’s soon-to-be husband. "Kinda reminds me of Mr. Sisson."

A shallow laugh escaped Kenzo as he shook his head. "Nah. That’s impossible. There’s a lot of people named Jackson."

It wasn’t like he thought Fil and Jackson Sisson weren’t a match. Fil was so stunning that even that legendary man would stop just to look at her. However, he thought a man like Jackson didn’t seem like the type to get into a serious relationship.

Putting aside his own secret feelings toward Fil, just the mere thought of Jackson didn’t sound like good news for him. But then again, there was no point in dwelling on it since it was impossible that Fil’s groom was Jackson Sisson.

"I feel a lot lighter though," Kenzo stretched his neck to ease his shoulders.

The usual stiffness and heaviness he had been enduring for the past months were suddenly gone. He immediately assumed it was because he finally had a break after months of working. If only he knew why he was feeling a lot lighter...

After almost an hour of driving, Kenzo was almost at home when he suddenly saw a familiar figure standing outside the convenience store near his place. He slowly down and turned his head to the person, squinting.

"Quentin?" Kenzo furrowed his brows and automatically pulled over.

It had been months since he saw Quentin. The man suddenly disappeared, after all. So, seeing him, Kenzo was a little curious. Once he parked his car at the side of the road, Kenzo stepped out.

"Quentin!" Kenzo called, watching Quentin slowly shift his eyes to him. As soon as their eyes met, Kenzo smiled in relief. He jogged across the road and looked at him from up and down. "Goodness! It’s really you!"

Quentin assessed the man before he smiled. "Kenzo."

"It’s good to see you again! How are you?" Kenzo couldn’t hide the slight excitement in his voice. Seeing Quentin after months of the incident, he felt relieved the man was still alive.

Quentin, after all, was like a splinter in his throat that he couldn’t get out. After disappearing, Kenzo would frequently think if this man was okay or not. But seeing him now in an expensive suit, Kenzo was relieved this guy seemed to be okay now.

What a relief.

"I’m fine." Quentin smiled. "And you?"

"Oh, I’m great! I mean, there’s nothing changed. Still the same." Kenzo chuckled. "Why are you here, by the way? Are you meeting someone?"

"I’m waiting for you."

"Huh?" the smile on Kenzo’s face faded as he pointed a finger at himself. "Me?"

Quentin nodded.

"Why are you waiting for me here?" Kenzo asked. "My place is a little over ten minutes’ walk from here."

"I know, but you always use this road to go home," Quentin explained with a slight smile while the line on Kenzo’s brows deepened. "Months ago, I left and simply left a note. I want to thank you further for the help."

Kenzo rocked his head and waved. "That’s nothing. I’m just being responsible since I was the one who bumped into you."

"Please. I insist." Quentin remarked. "Let me repay your kindness."

"Haha. It’s really fine." Kenzo laughed awkwardly. "I’m already glad to see you doing fine."

Quentin frowned slightly as he sighed. "Should I at least buy you something?" he asked and pointed his thumb over his shoulder.

Kenzo glanced at the convenience store behind Quentin before he sighed in defeat. "Well, I am hungry after the long drive." He smiled kindly. "Sure."

Having said that, the two of them walked into the convenience store. Seeing what Quentin was wearing, Kenzo could have estimated the price the man was wearing. Kenzo was exposed to such things even at a young age, and his brother had tons of expensive suits.

In other words, Kenzo was aware Quentin could buy him a much more expensive meal. But he didn’t want such things and simply got himself some cup noodles and a piece of bread. After it was paid for and given some hot water, the two men walked out of the convenience store to eat their food at the table outside the establishment.

"Wow..." Kenzo heard his stomach rumble when he opened the cup of noodles.

Steam ascended from it and its aroma quickly filled Kenzo’s nostrils. Hungry, Kenzo quickly took his chopsticks and ate a mouthful. He never realized he was that hungry until the food’s aroma wafted through his nostrils.

After slurping the hot soup and the noodles, Kenzo finally noticed Quentin. Looking up, his brows rose.

"Quentin, why are you not eating?" asked Kenzo out of plain curiosity.

Quentin smiled subtly. "I’m alright. This is not what I eat."

"Huh?" Kenzo blinked obliviously, gazing down at the cup of noodles in front of the man. ’Did he mean it’s not something he eats now that he regained his memory?’

Recalling Quentin’s suit, Kenzo understood. He didn’t question or pry, thinking he wasn’t one to judge. Rich people were always like this and they rarely eat food from the convenience.

Quentin wouldn’t get angry that Kenzo fed him delivery food during his stay in his place, right?

"I see." Kenzo nodded and took another bite before he straightened his back. "Anyway, how’s your head? I mean, your memories are back?"

"Yes." This time, Quentin smiled. "Everything’s clear to me now."

Kenzo was completely relieved now. "Good to hear that. I was so worried when you left, you know? I didn’t hear a word from you again after that. But well, it’s nice that you’re okay. Thank you."

"Thank you?" Quentin cocked his head to the side. "Why are you thanking me?"

"Because even after months, you still came here. Now, I’m really relieved that you’re okay and not somewhere losing his way."

"What a genuinely nice person you are," Quentin commented along with a soft chuckle.

Kenzo shook his head. "I’m not nice. I just do things... you know?"

"Well, I guess we now have a common ground," Quentin returned, earning Kenzo’s attention again. "I am also not nice, Mr. Kenzo. I just do things... just like you."

"Heh." Kenzo shrugged and continued eating while it was still hot.

For a minute, the two of them didn’t exchange words as Kenzo ate while Quentin just stared at him.

"Mr. Kenzo, how was Filomena?"

"Hmm?" Kenzo furrowed his brows, his mouth full of noodles. He had to chew and swallow first before he answered. "You still remember her?"

"I would never forget her."

Kenzo frowned. "She’s getting married, Quentin. You don’t have a chance."

"Haha. I think you’ve misunderstood me." Quentin sighed. "Mr. Kenzo, just how much do you like Filomena?"

This question almost choked Kenzo, looking up at Quentin in disbelief. "Quentin, what the hell?"

"Haha. You like her, do you?" Quentin chuckled until his eyes were squinting. "I wonder... how far you’d go just to protect her? Or rather, how far she’d go to protect you?"

The lines on Kenzo’s forehead deepened, looking at Quentin incredulously. What was this guy talking about? Before Kenzo could ask, Quentin set his eyes back to him. Quentin’s smile stretched even more, but for some reason, his smile sent a sense of dread down Kenzo’s spine.

"I wonder who will she pick tonight?" Quentin dawdled. "You, her best friend for the longest time, or her other friend, Michael?"