Chapter 669: Bond
The Incubus System Chapter 659. Bond
02.01 PM
Tiffany and I emerged from the cozy confines of the coffee shop, the sun's rays kissing our faces and infusing our senses with renewed energy. Our strides were unhurried, our pace leisurely, as we walked down the bustling sidewalk. Our hands were both clasped tightly around our second cup of iced coffee.
Turning to me with a faint, but grateful smile, Tiffany spoke in a soft voice, "Thank you so much, Ethan. That really helped me."
My heart swelled with contentment at her words, and I couldn't help but return her smile with the same brightness, replying, "The same with you. I was so happy that you wanted to accompany me." This was a pivotal moment for us - our conversation had brought us closer than ever before.
Reflecting back on our interaction, I couldn't help but marvel at how my previous negative thoughts had been shattered by the reality of the situation. I had judged her unfairly based on preconceived notions and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for the misjudgments I had made.
But despite the guilt, the overwhelming emotion that coursed through me was one of gratitude - gratitude for the opportunity to get to know the real Tiffany and to build a relationship that was grounded in truth and honesty.
"We should do this more often," she suggested, referring to our relaxed conversation.
Her words sparked a thought in my mind, and I couldn't help but bring up my plan with Celia. "I want to go to the theme park with Celia, mind joining?" I offered, my eyes searching for a glimmer of excitement in her gaze.
Her face lit up with a hint of enthusiasm, and she eagerly asked, "When?"
I hummed thoughtfully, trying to gauge the best time to make the trip. With Celia's current mood, it could either lift her spirits or make things worse, and I wasn't sure which way it would go. The holiday was drawing to a close, and I knew we had to make the most of the time we had left.
Tiffany furrowed her brows, growing impatient with my silence. "So?" she prompted, eager for a response.
I glanced at her, my innocent grin faltering slightly as I hesitated. "Uh...I haven't decided it yet. I want to go before the holiday is over, but I'm not sure if Celia wants to go in her current mood," I admitted, my doubts evident in my voice.
Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise, and she shook her head in disbelief. "Why not? Aren't theme parks the best place to lift up the mood?" she exclaimed, her voice laced with incredulity. "We can go to the Haunted House and scream at the top of our lungs or even to the karaoke," she added, taking a sip of her iced coffee.
That sounded fun. Especially the Haunted House. My heart fluttered with anticipation as I imagined the creaky old doors and the musty smell of the ancient mansion that always managed to send shivers down my spine. At least before I became a demon.
I smiled dryly, trying to hide my eagerness from Tiffany, who was standing beside me, waiting for my response. "I know. I'm just not sure," I said, my voice betraying my hesitation.
She exhaled a sharp breath, her eyes shining with determination. "Just tell me when. I will help you to convince her," she assured me, her voice laced with conviction.
"What if she doesn't agree?" I asked, my doubts resurfacing.
Without further ado, she hugged my shoulders and pulled me close, and drew even closer, a sly smirk on her lips. Her body felt warm and comforting against mine. She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "It's two versus one. It won't be difficult for us to take her by force," she offered, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
I couldn't help but laugh at her audacity. I never thought she had a way of making even the most daunting tasks seem manageable. "That's a great idea," I said, a sly smirk appearing on my lips. Together, we looked like partners in crime.
After all, she was a demon hunter, and I was a demon lord. Surely, we could handle Celia.
As we stood there, lost in our evil discussion, we were suddenly interrupted by another female voice that seemed to come out of nowhere.
"Ethan..." Her voice sounded like the ghost of a woman who died of a broken heart.
A familiar chill ran down my spine, causing me to stop in my tracks. Tiffany, who was walking beside me, also halted abruptly, and we both turned to face the source of the sound. The voice sounded like the whisper of a banshee, as though it had emerged from the depths of the underworld.
Once we turned around, we were greeted with a sight that only amplified our fear. Standing just a few feet away from us was Ruby, her eyes fixed on me with an intense, scary look. A mournful expression on her face. Her long, flowing hair was wiping in the soft wind, and her eyes shone with a haunting light that sent shivers. She also held a bag in her hand.
Tiffany and I gasped in unison, our faces turning pale with shock. It was as if we had seen a ghost, and we couldn't believe our eyes. I struggled to compose myself, forcing a smile on my face as I addressed Ruby.
"Ruby, why are you here?" I said as calmly as possible, trying to keep my voice steady. I had forgotten that she was around here, and the realization that she had been standing there all along made my stomach churn. The police station was not far from Peace Blossom Square after all.