Saving the Villain

Chapter 169 Night Call

When Cosette returned to her room, she stood behind the door with her back against it. She closed her eyes and let out a deep exhale, cocking her head back.

"Not a word to the Quinns, huh?" she whispered, recalling Conrad's reminders. "I didn't expect that."

Cosette was not dense not to realize Conrad must've known more about this organization. She knew about it, but just the general details. Even if she slept with Maxen as many times as she could in her previous life and fell in love with him, Cosette and Maxen didn't talk about his affairs.

It was too dangerous.

"But now… I kinda regret not prying." Another deep exhale escaped her mouth, pulling her back from the door, only to throw herself on the bed. Cosette rested her arm over her forehead, staring at the ceiling blankly.

"Am I capable of killing someone?" she wondered.

Killing someone was easier said than done. Although Cosette wasn't particularly a good adult and was considered ruthless, she didn't murder anyone. This was her difference with Maxen back then.

Those in the underground world often resorted to violence and tainting their hands. Meanwhile, those in the upper echelon had a different way of ruining someone. That was oppressing their opponent using legal means. They had money to burn and court battles were draining mentally and financially.

"I am," she whispered after a moment of silence. "I won't let Maxen go through that again even if it means I have to dip my hands in blood."

A glint flickered across Cosette's eyes, realizing she was more than ready to commit a capital sin. She blamed no one for this.

"After all… I just want to be with him…" another whisper slipped past her lips as her eyelids drooped. "... and if committing murder is something I must do to be with him, I will do it."

Cosette made a promise to protect Maxen. Ever since the beginning, she had desired to change Maxen's life. She was halfway to changing Maxen's future — no, actually, their futures. Hence, there was more reason why she shouldn't allow those who abandoned Maxen to control his life as they pleased.

She may get hated by the world and get punished by the heavens, but that was the decision and the path she would take if she must.

"So… even if I die from those illnesses…" Her jaw tightened as her hand balled into a weak fist. "... I will not have any regrets. Even if I die, I will die in peace, knowing Maxen will continue to have a good life."

That was right. The reason Cosette didn't want to waste her time doing completely stupid was that she had a time limit. She was not sure about it, but it was better for her not to have the slightest hope.

Why?

Because hoping another miracle would happen would only break her heart. Moreover, she deemed it unnecessary at this moment. She could focus it years later when these illnesses could be detected. For now, she had to focus on their situation.

"Remo," Cosette breathed out, recalling this Maxen Devilsin's right-hand man. "Maxen said he is the one who saved him from that gang fight."

She narrowed her eyes, brooding about Maxen's story. Maxen had confessed every little detail that happened in that gang fight, which had something to do with why Maxen was being ganged up during their first meeting.

Still, that didn't make sense, she thought.

Why would Remo do that? Was Remo's intention just as shallow as what he claimed it?

"Is Maxen's father threatening this Remo?" she wondered to herself. "That is possible, or it could also be that Remo is just as greedy as he claimed to be."

Cosette closed her eyes to rest, getting a little frustrated. "Luke, running away from home isn't helping either." She grunted at the random thought that crossed her head while she was thinking of another mystery.

"Ughh…" she slowly opened her eyes with a deep frown. "How I wish Maxen is here… so we can just kiss and do fun stuff."

Her cheeks immediately turned red as she remembered how Maxen's sharp eyes look at her. Surely, he was very different when they were playing around and when they were not. The normal Maxen was distant, protective, and considerate. However, the Maxen on the bed was… just a wild wolf.

If she didn't meet Maxen Devilsin, Cosette would be terrified of seeing that side of Maxen. Not only he was dangerous, but he could be very rough.

"I can't believe I'm fantasizing about a kid to distract myself and to think we haven't done penetration… I'm hopeless." Cosette let out a deep sigh and frowned, realizing the drastic change in her train of thoughts was ridiculous. "Maxen will be terrified if he knew about this… or maybe, he'll get hard."

Cosette groaned as she rolled to her stomach, burying her face in the pillow. Surely, she was a disgrace. When she turned and rested on the side of her head, another sigh escaped her mouth for the umpteenth time.

"I can't sleep. How frustrating," she mumbled. "It's only been two nights straight, but it seemed I already got used to Maxen's presence on the bed. This bed feels too big and cold now. I miss him, and now I want to smack Luke in the head."

As Cosette lamented at her perverted thoughts, she caught her phone, which was on the nightstand light up. Her brows rose, pondering whether to get up and get it or let it be. Normally, she would choose the latter. But since Cosette couldn't sleep, she pushed herself up and crawled to get her phone.

The second she saw the contact name flashing on the screen, she tilted her head to the side.

"What time is it?" she murmured, picking up her phone as she sat upright. "I don't think we are close enough to call each other late at night."

A deep frown appeared on her face, staring at Asher's name on the screen. Her thumb hovered over the decline button, but imaging the satisfaction in pressing Asher's button or two, Cosette tapped the answer button.