Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 98 Afterwards
The next day, when Altaïr woke up, it was already eight in the morning. The warm sun of early winter shone through the window onto his naked upper body, which had some reddish scratches on it. The fireplace in the room had long been extinguished, and the windows were open, allowing the cold air to slowly patrol the room.

"Like a cat..."

Altaïr muttered to himself and looked at Venata beside him. Her breathing was still long and calm, without any trace of what happened last night. Looking at her sleeping, Altaïr felt that if he didn't make a decision quickly, he would be pulled back into the bed. So he quickly put on his clothes and got out of bed.

Altaïr took a quick shower, washed his hair, tidied it up to look more presentable, brushed every corner of his teeth, and used dental floss. He drank the tomato juice squeezed yesterday from the cupboard, boiled water, ground beans for coffee, toasted bread for two people, and boiled two half-boiled eggs. He concentrated on each action, which took much longer than usual. However, it was only nine o'clock, and Venata still didn't seem to wake up.

Last night, Vinata and I did the thing that Qidian.com’s censorship prohibited us from writing.

Whenever I think of this situation, that feeling comes over me - my body functions seem to be torn apart and scattered, my hands, feet and face seem to be twisted in different directions, and I can't keep my emotions in one place for long.

There were things he could do, like soaking the beans for the evening, dicing the pork, or washing the bedclothes that had been soiled the previous night, but every five minutes he would stop and look at Vinata's room with an uneasy look.

However, just as Altaïr was about to look up in the direction of the bedroom for the umpteenth time, Vinata's lazy voice suddenly came from behind him.

"You're up so early...yawn."

Vinata stood not far behind Altaïr, wearing a wrinkled shirt, looking a little listless.

"You woke up too late...it hurts."

Altaïr shuddered and was about to reply when the kitchen knife in his hand tilted a little and cut off a small piece of flesh from his finger.

"What happened..."

Seeing Altaïr's flustered look, Venata sighed helplessly, took two steps forward, switched the mouthwash cup to her other hand, grabbed Altaïr's cut finger and put it in her mouth to suck it.

Altaïr felt the moist and warm touch from his fingertips, as well as the other party's rough and agitated tongue, which made him feel more uneasy. However, his fingers were still in the other party's mouth, so he couldn't withdraw and hide in other rooms to do housework.

However, Venata did not notice Altaïr's panic, or rather, she noticed it but did not want to respond. She was still concentrating on licking Altaïr's wound until the bleeding there had almost stopped. Then she opened her mouth and let Altaïr pull his finger out.

"I still owe you three answers. Until then just stay the same."

Vinata tossed her long golden hair to one side, said this, and went to the bathroom in her slippers.

That's easy to say...Altaïr smiled bitterly and continued to deal with the ingredients at hand.

Sure enough, the strange atmosphere did not completely disappear until the two of them sat at the table eating toast that they were not sure whether it was breakfast or lunch.

Fortunately, Sophie and Mr. Statham came to visit Altaïr's home at around 3:00 p.m. When the little girl ran into the room excitedly, Altaïr even breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good afternoon, Altaïr."

Mr. Statham removed his tattered bowler hat and saluted Altaïr, but behind him followed a man whom Altaïr had seen before but had not expected.

"You've met her. This is Ms. Marisol."

Mr. Statham calmly introduced the lady behind him - Artair recognized her at a glance. This was the poor female worker he had rescued from the two wealthy men who were seeking pleasure on his way to the Brave Bar that day.

"Hello, Mr. Brewster." Marisol extended her hand to Altaïr gratefully. "If it weren't for you and Johnson, I might have been tortured to death by those villains - after all, this kind of thing is very common in the East End."

"I just did what every devout follower of the goddess would do."

Altaïr said modestly, "After all, all the disasters in the night are tests from the goddess of night to her believers, but those people are obviously not worthy of being the goddess's examiners."

"That doesn't conflict with the fact that you're a gentleman of excellent character," Marisol complimented.

"Well, Mary and I both think so." Mr. Statham smiled. "By the way, now is a good time to officially tell you that Mary and I plan to get married after the New Year."

"Oh!" Altaïr exclaimed in surprise. "Congratulations, but why didn't you tell me earlier? I could have prepared an engagement gift for you."

"Ah, actually, we just decided on this last week."

Mr. Statham stroked his short, thick beard. "Perhaps you don't know, Mary is a believer in the god of steam and machinery. It took us a long time to finalize many things. More importantly, she is also very good to Sophie. She also works in Mr. Buffett's factory like Sophie. This is more important to me than anything else."

"Jason too, he's not as hot-tempered and disrespectful to women as other Storm followers I've met."

Marisol said as she looked at Jason Statham lovingly.

"Indeed, Mr. Statham is a typical Loen gentleman as well as a Storm believer."

Altaïr nodded.

"By the way, let me formally introduce you. This is my...fiancée, Ms. Vinata Severns."

When talking about his "fiancée", Altaïr's tone was a little awkward. He turned his head slightly to glance at Venata's face before continuing to introduce her.

"But, last time I came, you said..."

Sophie was curious and wanted to ask something, but Marisol, who had noticed the sheets drying on the balcony, interrupted the girl first.

"Um, Sophie, I left my beaded bag at home, could you bring it to me?"

Mary squatted down and spoke softly to Sophie, watching the little girl skipping to the door. However, when she opened the door, she found that a man and a woman in black windbreakers were already standing at the door.

"Hey, Altaïr, it looks like you have other guests."

Britton and Lorota, dressed in their formal Nighthawk attire, were standing at the door, the former greeting Altaïr enthusiastically before he even entered the room.

"Today is the last day of the Night Mass, and it's the day to visit friends. Lolota and I came to your house after our shifts were over..."

When he said this, he noticed Vinata standing in an unusually ambiguous position in the room, and his face froze.

(End of this chapter)