Chapter 495

mething strange.Through whom was he lookingYe Feimo was undoubtedly cold and ruthless, but now a faint tenderness slowly diffused in his icy eyes. It was a tenderness that could drown anyone, focused,...Chapter 495

This matrimonial fate has several algorithms, but one can only calculate with one algorithm at a time, and no more than once within a year. It could predict the husband's family or even oneself. Nisha Karna was exceptionally accurate in calculating matrimonial fate.

"Let me see when you'll get married." Kaka chuckled, leaning against the rock with an elegant and handsome face that radiated charm through his narrow eyes. Even though he wore military green casual clothes now, he exuded grace and nobility.

"This is what Nisha Karna calculated for me; I didn't want to know myself." Wu Shuang severely suspected that Kaka had talked on the phone with Nisha Karna, otherwise how did he know so accurately

His eyes lit up. "She told you when you'll get married"

Wu Shuang tilted her head and smiled. "For fairness's sake, you should also go for a calculation. If you tell me, I'll tell you."

"Building suspense." Kaka chuckled, looking up at the night sky of Muscat and suddenly said, "Matrimonial fate is like the night sky, dark and unknown, nobody knows when stars will appear."

Wu Shuang wiped off her smile, deeply staring at him. Kaka gazed into the night sky with a dazed expression. Wu Shuang sometimes couldn't help but wonder if it was because she was overly sensitive or imagining things; why did she always feel that Kaka's feelings for her went beyond childhood friendship and harbored romantic love But Kaka...

Forget it, forget it. She had already decided to let go; why dwell on this futile matter now Even if Kaka wanted to pursue her now, he would have to see whether she was willing.

Kaka closed his eyes, and Wu Shuang couldn't find the words either. She knew that whenever they talked about their emotional future, neither of them could speak, usually an awkward situation. Yet both of them were such good actors that they hid their discomfort and interacted as usual; the more naturally they behaved, the clearer they understood each other's boundaries.

Could this be considered a form of torture

Wushuang let out a faint sigh of relief and glanced at her wristwatch. In just three hours, it would be dawn.

"Kaka, we should head back now," Wushuang said. After a long time with no response, she opened her eyes to see that Kaka had fallen asleep against the rock wall, his sleep peaceful and serene. The pale gray light fell softly upon his fair face, as if gilding it with silver light, making him look like an exquisite piece of jade—utterly devoid of the wisdom and depth he displayed when awake.

He was truly exhausted.

The Middle East wasn't as secure as the London headquarters. When he slept here alone, a gun was always hidden under his pillow as a precautionary measure. They were all extremely resilient individuals who endured hardships silently and didn’t let others know about their difficulties, especially not their subordinates; it would be seen as a sign of weakness.

The same could be said for her. Running such an extensive organization was exhausting, but many only knew of her decisive nature in dealing with killings, without ever seeing her fret over the volatile situation in the Middle East or her frustration at internal conflicts within the mafia. Yet these moments inevitably came.

There were times when she felt overwhelmed, yet they always put on a confident and resolute facade in public, presenting themselves in the best light possible. No matter how tired or exhausted they truly were behind the scenes, they handled it alone.

When she was weary, her only solace was seeking warmth with Kaka; she wouldn’t seek comfort from her parents or family members, not wanting to cause them worry or disappointment nor burden her siblings.

Kaka exuded confidence and excellence in public, but every time she saw him, he had no guard up around her. In fact, his spirit wasn't always at its best when she met with him.

Especially over the past year or two, his fatigue was more apparent than ever.

"Kaka" She crawled closer and called out to him softly. His breathing was even as he slept without a care beside her. Wushuang looked at his face and thought of a line from a poem:

Warmth and ease, quiet and peaceful times.

He really fell asleep.

Wushuang got up and went to the car to fetch her own windbreaker, then knelt down beside him again. Her long fingers brushed over his face; sometimes she truly hated Kaka's gentle composure.

If only he had lost control even once for her sake, perhaps in the long wait, she would have found another reason to continue waiting.

"Chu Nanfeng, do you know how much I like you." She thought that for her whole life, she could never say under the sunlight how much she liked Kaka. All she could do was whisper it to him secretly in such dim light at night when he was asleep and unaware.

How much she liked him.

Wushuang closed her eyes and gently kissed Kaka's lips.

She had kissed him countless times before, openly and honestly. His lip shape was so deeply etched in her memory, but this furtive kiss was the first time.

She no longer had the right to give him an open and honest kiss.

In London, she herself severed any retreat options, making a decisive choice.

Even she knew that being in such a state of on-again off-again with Kaka made it impossible for her to let go of him. As long as he was in danger, she would be by his side; this had become habitual, regardless of whether she loved him or not.

It's truly difficult to change one’s habits.

Even though she knew her decision was firm, the lingering connection between them could lead to inevitable disaster. Yet, she still couldn't bring herself to ignore him; if he were in danger, she would rush to his side immediately.

Wu Shuang sat beside Kaka, gently supporting him so that his head rested on her lap as he fell asleep. She draped her windbreaker over him to prevent a chill.

"Kaka, I know you don't love me. At times, I can't help but wonder if you loved me, I would definitely make you taste the loneliness I've endured for ten years." Wu Shuang smiled foolishly at his sleeping form, "Am I really so ruthless You must have seen through my thoughts, which is why you don't love me."

Kaka slept deeply and steadily. Wu Shuang was wide awake; she had always been a night owl who rarely felt sleepy at night. With him beside her now, sleep seemed even more impossible to come by as she watched his face and reminisced about their shared past.

In fact, there were so many memories between her and Kaka that she often thought love was no different from this.

She didn't want to recall them, but in the still of the night, these scenes would inevitably come flooding back. The more you tried not to think about someone, the deeper their image would etch itself into your mind.

She had let go of herself and accepted things as they are.

If she couldn't control her heart, then let it wander. To enjoy this momentary peace and happiness, at least in this world, besides Rong Yan and Chu Chu, she was the third woman to embrace Kaka while he slept.

Kaka wouldn’t allow himself to sleep beside a woman whom he couldn't fully trust, even Fang Jiaqi wasn’t an exception.

Every move Kaka made, Wu Shuang knew. She also knew that Fang Jiaqi had never stayed in Kaka's bedroom and she didn't want to think about other places.

Sometimes it was best not to make things difficult for oneself.tunate. He can't be more than twenty, looking so young.""Who cares about him anyway He’s dead now and tomorrow all that will be left are ashes. Let's go get a drink," one of them shouted as they left...