After rebirth she became heartless

Chapter 48

She felt that she had better not rush Brandon in a hurry.

Although the pursuit battle just now did not consume much of Brandon's energy, he still looked very tired. His steps were sloppy, even a little staggering, and his face was a little red from being stimulated. Even his eyes, which were always bright and good, looked a little tired. A little gloomier.

When had Brandon ever been so embarrassed?

Crystal suddenly wanted to know how Brandon would react when she died.

Will he be as embarrassed as he is now?

The idea opened up a little, and gradually she couldn't hold it back any longer, and she began to think wildly again. She died once before she could be reborn. Then how did Brandon get reborn? She came after death, so he must also...

Crystal paused, trying to avoid dwelling on it.

How Brandon came here has nothing to do with her. Just think that Brandon has a very weak body, and he might be able to pass through it as soon as he closes and then opens his eyes.

Crystal suddenly trembled a little.

It can't be that he died once too.

...

The hotel at the Lobby was ordinary, maybe because they arrived early in the morning, and there were not many rooms left at this time, only one queen room and two single rooms.

The king-size room in this hotel is much better than the single room. It has a desk, coffee table, sofa, private bathroom, and a window that can be opened.

The conditions in the single rooms were miserable; there were no windows, it was like a prison.

Harry said, "Brandon and Miss Ford can live together, Olivia and I can just make do."

When they were on a mission, they had slept in all kinds of places. Besides, Harry and Olivia were not squeamish and did not have the habit of being picky.

This arrangement is the most appropriate. Harry looked at Brandon, as if waiting for his confirmation.

Brandon looked a little tired. His eyes flickered, and he took the room card for another single room.

"The conditions along the way have been difficult. You have all worked hard, I can sleep in a single room."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

The back figure, however, seemed a little depressed.

There were only three of them left in the hotel lobby. Olivia twisted her head.

"How can that be possible? Miss Ford doesn't know the way very well. What if Miss Ford sneaks out in the middle of the night and gets lost?"

Obviously, he meant to guard the hostages, but when Olivia said that being guarded was so weird, Crystal rolled her eyes silently in her heart.

Harry was also a little embarrassed, but he felt that neither he nor Olivia had the guts to be in the same room with Brandon's wife.

"Then let Olivia and I live in the same room," Harry said helplessly.

Harry installed an infrared sensor in Crystal's room. If she makes a move to escape or leave, Harry, as the receiver of the sensor, will notice it immediately.

Whether this is considered a kind of surveillance, Crystal no longer wants to go into details. After all, she has a history of running away. Brandon spent so much effort to catch her. If he is allowed to escape easily, wouldn't it be detrimental to Brandon's wisdom, his image, and character?

She just wants to have a good rest now. Whether or not an infrared sensor is installed at the door has little to do with whether she can get a good night's sleep.

After distributing the room cards, several people returned to their respective rooms. The conditions of the single rooms were indeed average. The room was not large, just over ten square meters, and it had a high ceiling. Upon entering, a narrow single bed was visible, and the sheets faintly revealed a musty smell. Crystal wanted to open the window for some fresh air but then remembered there were no windows in the room.

The bathroom was a small space separated by a glass door. The smell of the sewer was not very pleasant. Crystal decided not to take long bath, quickly washed up, and then lay on the bed.

She was wearing a hoodie, with the hood tied tightly. The hotel bed was a bit hard, making it difficult for her to sleep. Her clothes smelled of lavender washing powder, and she felt that the scent was similar to the fragrance of grass and trees on Lanchi's body. Very similar. She closed her eyes and reflected on the events of the past few days. In just one month, she had experienced more than in twenty years of her previous life. The moment she left the City A on the train felt as fresh as yesterday, and then she arrived at the City C, followed by Central Town...

She buried her face in the pillow and deliberately tried not to think about it.

After days of running around, she quickly fell asleep. The Lobby in the early morning was quiet, with a few small animals looking for food in the garbage bags and making little rustling sounds.

Soon, there was a crisp click at the door.

It was the sound of the door being opened with a key.

The person moved very lightly, walking on tiptoes like a cat. Crystal closed her eyes tightly and was still sleeping deeply.

A man slowly climbed onto her bed and rubbed her ears for a long time before she faintly woke up.

Brandon folded his arms, raised his light green eyes upward, and stared at her.

Crystal woke up instantly.

She was surprised.

"Why are you here?"

Brandon put his chin on her shoulder and replied grumpily, "Why can't I be here?"

Then Brandon stopped talking.

The unique cold aroma of laurel diluted the smell of lavender, which made people a little annoyed to have their sweet dreams disturbed. Brandon lay in her arms and rested on her heart, as if he was listening to her heartbeat attentively. Brandon had never noticed that Crystal's heartbeat sounds so good, always steady and always strong.

It seems like it will never stop.

Crystal's heart hurt a little from the pressure. She tried to move and pushed Brandon away with her hands.

"You're heavy."

Brandon resisted, gripping Crystal's wrist a little harder.

Fighting on the bed. During the struggle, a bottle of mineral water fell to the floor, gurgling and rolling.