Chapter 149

Rexha seethed at Cordes, thinking, "Looks like I have someone to mess with first thing in the morning. She has quite the temper when she wakes up."

The two of them were essentially wrestling in bed. Anchusa was only on the defensive, countering her moves without attacking back.

The tension of physical sparring is great, eager to see Josh was very capable. Whether he could overpower her was one thing, but who Shermaine would come out on top against was a test with Joshua.

A friendly sparring match was fine, but in bed it was a bit… intimate.

As day broke and the sky turned a pale white, the roosters in Nenhall crowed even louder.

Joshua looked at Shermaine, who was straddling him, her fists raised and full of energy. As her punch came down, he caught her hand. "Shermaine, I surrender," he said.

Shermaine raised an eyebrow. "No tricks. No fighting back."

Shermaine’s pajamas were way too loose, and with her movements, the hem of her shirt rode up, revealing her waist. Joshua noticed her enthralling figure.

Joshua smiled. His eyes seemed to spark with mischief.

Shermaine’s heart skipped a beat, and in a moment of daring, Joshua flipped over, pinning her beneath him, holding her hands and immobilizing her legs.

Shermaine was too restless, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“I won’t fight back. I can’t bear to hurt you,” he said.

Shermaine was trapped under Joshua, unable to move. Their breaths intertwined.

After struggling a few times without success, and with Joshua whispering those words in her ear, her ears tingled, and her resistance faltered. "Then get up," she said.

“Okay,” he replied.

After a moment, Joshua made no move. He smelled really good, and his lips were a light, faint red, like a fruit that had just ripened in the early morning, tempting to taste.

Shermaine urged him. “Hurry up.”

The proximity was too close for her comfort. If she hadn’t been distracted just now, she wouldn’t have been overpowered by Joshua. It was a miscalculation.

Shermaine’s allure was just too strong. Joshua’s eyes darkened as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’ll go make you breakfast,” he said.

Then he released Shermaine and got up to put on his shoes. If he didn’t leave the bed right away, he really didn’t know what he might do.

As soon as Joshua left, Shermaine sat on the bed, her expression slightly heavy. She raised her hand and touched her forehead, where Joshua’s lips had left a lingering sensation.

Chapter 149

Light slowly seeped in through the small wooden window. Shermaine’s ears turned unnaturally red.

The sun dispersed the mist in the forest, and at the ancient tomb of the Cursed Queen, quite a few gravediggers had already gathered at the tomb entrance, entering one by one.

There was a rule in their trade: once one entered a tomb, one would never go in again. So, the first time, they had to be fully prepared.

When most of them had gone in, the college students, with their backpacks, stood behind a large tree and asked Shalene, “Are we sure we’re not going in?”

Shalene replied, “We definitely are going in, but the ancient tomb of the Cursed Queen is not that simple. You haven’t seen the cursing skills of Mysonna.

They’re really eerie. So, for your safety, I’ll take you to Bianca first to get some protective items.”

“Bianca?” someone asked, puzzled.

Shalene nodded. “Bianca is the most powerful sorceress in our village. I’ve always wanted to learn from her, but she won’t take me as her apprentice.”

Shalene’s eyes dimmed with disappointment. She thought she had good talent, but she didn’t know why Bianca didn’t think highly of her.

At that moment, on the hillside, a small wooden cabin was emitting a thin trail of smoke.

Bianca returned from the vegetable garden to hear Chloe crying out for her grandmother. Her face turned pale as she saw a man carrying Chloe away.

Bianca roared in anger, “What are you doing? Have you lost your mind, daring to hurt my granddaughter on my turf?”

With Bianca’s appearance, the people hidden around her revealed themselves, each holding a gun. They would fire at the slightest movement from her.

Kingston’s voice came from a phone, a recording. “Bianca, there’s a reason for this. I’ll personally take care of your granddaughter for a few days, unless you can kill someone for me.”

Bianca recognized the voice. He had recently paid a large sum for poisonous worms from her. She didn’t know his name.

After all, people who bought things from her rarely revealed their identities. However, his men seemed to call him Mr. Wright.

With so many guns pointed at her, Bianca dared not make a move. “Who do you want me to kill?”

Then, a man threw a photo toward Bianca.

Bianca picked it up and, upon seeing the person in the photo, her eyes flickered. She thought, ‘It’s that girl I ran into last night? It seems Mr. Wright failed to kill her.

Instead, she followed him here. Now, he wants to eliminate her, chasing her to Xenhall.

Maybe he can’t show his face, so he wants to use me as a pawn. Does he really think I’m so easy to manipulate?'