Chapter 172: Slap of the Decade
Alex stayed in the luxurious hotel suite like a ghost drifting through a life that didn’t belong to him. Day bled into night, and night returned without meaning.
The king-sized bed—an ocean of soft linens and layered pillows—became his world. He barely moved.
There were no grand plans, no recon missions, no hidden agendas. Just silence. A suffocating, reflective silence.
For the past week, Alex did nothing but lie there, half-awake and staring at the ceiling or out the floor-to-ceiling windows that displayed a sweeping view of the city’s skyline.
The glimmering city lights did nothing to stir him. Not even the occasional burst of laughter from people walking the lively streets below could reach him.
The only time he stirred was when he heard the gentle knock on the door: either hotel staff bringing in food or maids coming in to clean. He would answer the door, murmur a few words, nod politely, and return to bed.
The hotel staff, conditioned by training, never pried. They probably thought he was the son of some noble clan member or the heir of a noble clan with too much time and money.
Nyxara, surprisingly, didn’t disturb him. Not once.
In the hotel room, she had plenty of room, and for the first few days, she’d simply stretched out on a plush couch and begun binge-watching the K-drama series she had put on hold for weeks. Yes—K-drama.
Somehow, the mighty Nyxara, the tigress who could level cities with a single roar, had a soft spot for tragic love stories and misunderstood protagonists.
There was something about the exaggerated emotions, the impossible love triangles, and the tearful monologues under the rain that captured her in a way not even combat could.