Chapter 96

“Did they beat you?” Hera asked Nash, her eyes welling with tears.

Nash smiled faintly. “I’m unharmed. It’s their blood, not mine.”

“I don’t believe you. Show me,” Hera said, reaching for his shirt. He gently grasped her wrist.

“Men and women shouldn’t touch so freely. You’re playing with fire,” he said. He couldn't risk her seeing his scar; Lauren might learn of it, exposing him completely. Although Lauren suspected, her skepticism remained; she still wasn't certain he was the Smiling Grim Reaper.

“Please, you’re my fiancé. Don’t I have the right to see your body?”

Hera placed her hands on his hips. “I just want to see your upper body. Are you that shy, big man?”

Nash rubbed his nose. “Am I not human just because I’m a man? Why don’t you show me yours, then?” he replied with a smile.

Hera gritted her teeth. “Fine,” she said, blushing as she unzipped her dress. She had to confirm he wasn't injured.

Nash quickly responded, “No, no! Let me shower first, then I’ll show you.” He rushed to the bathroom.

Hera called Skadi, asking what happened. Skadi recounted the events.

“Is he really not hurt?” Hera still doubted.

“He’s fine!” Skadi assured her.

“That’s good. Rest quickly!” Hera ended the call, a puzzled expression on her face.

Nash emerged from the shower, wearing beach shorts and flip-flops, a towel around his neck. His muscular abdomen was clearly unmarked. He inhaled sharply while drying his hair, accentuating his physique.

Hera bit her finger, her face flushed. His figure was impressive.

Nash smiled. “See? I wasn’t lying. The blood was from the attackers.”

She stared intently at his abdomen, seemingly oblivious to his words. He shook his head helplessly. Women appreciated this sort of thing, he mused.

“Ah… So, you’re not hurt. That’s good! I-I’m going to shower too!” Hera, avoiding his gaze, retrieved her pajamas and headed to the bathroom.

Nash also changed into pajamas, then sat on the sofa, drying his hair.

In the bathroom, Hera examined her reflection. Unscratched, she felt suspicious. She remembered being kicked and sent flying, even receiving a blow to the face. Even without cuts, shouldn't there be swelling? Yet, she was perfectly fine. Remembering Nash's earlier embrace and massage, she realized he must have healed her injuries. He'd even treated her grandfather's cancer; these minor injuries would be trivial for him.

After showering and dressing, she emerged to find Nash lying obediently on the sofa. “Do you sleep on the sofa when I’m not around?”

“Why wouldn’t I use the bed? Do you think I’m an idiot?” He crossed his legs and scrolled through videos on his phone.

Hera smiled secretly. “Then why aren’t you sleeping on the bed tonight?”

Nash lowered his phone, looking at her. “You want to share the bed?”

She wrinkled her nose playfully. “No. I think you should still sleep on the sofa.”

He clicked his tongue and returned to his phone. Hera picked up the hairdryer, her mind filled with the image of Nash's impressive physique.