The Witch (Lisrene)

Chapter 5

Lisa brought Irene all the way to the entrance of the shopping mall before he returned to his senses.

Wasn't he heading to his company? Why had he come here?

"Are you not going in?" Irene waited on the same spot before asking Lisa, who was hovering at the entrance in a daze.

"Head in yourself." He was not in the mood to go shopping with a little girl.

Irene uttered a grunt of acquiescence but did not enter immediately. Instead, she had her head tilted slightly and had her gaze fixated at a spot below. Lisa felt that her actions were a little strange and followed her line of sight. He then realised that he was actually still holding her hand.

He finally recalled dragging her along by her hand earlier when he was trying to stop this girl from getting into an argument with the criminal investigator.

"Aren't you going to let go?" Irene asked.

Lisa was about to let go of her hand when his expression contorted. He changed his mind, "What? I thought you called me your 'dearest husband'. Now I can't even hold onto your hand?"

"Of course you can," Irene replied promptly, "if you like, we can continue holding hands for a while more."

Her dearest husband seemed like a difficult person to understand, he wanted her to enter the mall alone at first, yet the very next moment he refused to let go of her hand. He even needed to be coaxed like the children back in her stockade village.

Lisa was flustered. Who said that he liked holding her hand? Who liked holding who's hand?

He flung her hand away in disdain and turned to leave.

"Are you angry?" Irene nimbly caught hold of a corner of Lisa's shirt.

Lisa was an impatient man. He also didn't know how to interact with other people. If not for wanting to figure out why he could sleep soundly near Irene, he would have chased her out of his house long ago. He was reaching the end of his patience putting up with her.

"My dearest husband, your trigger points are so weird. Just now when that police officer was so fierce towards you, not only were you fine with it, you even preemptively presented your ID card to him. But when I'm here coaxing you, you turned angry instead?" Irene was perplexed at her husband's logic.

"Who asked you to..." Faced with her earnest expression, the memory of her standing in front of him yelling angrily at the criminal investigator for his sake earlier on flashed across his mind. The irritation within him subsided slightly. "Who asked you to meddle in my personal affairs?"

"How can this count as meddling in your affairs? You are my dearest husband and I'm your wife. How could I allow others to bully you—not to mention doing so right in front of me." Irene said.

Lisa's expression flickered, "There seems to be something wrong with the way you said it."

"There's nothing wrong with what I said, my master taught me that marrying a husband home requires one to protect him well," Irene answered seriously, "even though we are not married yet, I will still protect you."

"The philosophy taught in the Witch Clan sure is unique." He responded.

"Of course, my master said that we have to keep up with the times in this modern era. Oh right, weren't you supposed to go to work? Hurry on, don't be late." Irene reminded.

Lisa let out a sound of affirmation. Just as he was about to leave, he caught sight of his reflection in a display window behind Irene. He always knew that others saw his face in a different light. He once tried to find out how he looked like in the eyes of others by hiring 3 different artists to draw his portrait. Even though his facial features remained the same, they all came out with the same haunting disposition—with varying degrees. He felt very unsettled with the portraits—they were completely different from what he saw when he looked at his own reflection in the mirror.