Now, driving the car that, surprisingly, was still working, away from the battle place, Christian said.
"Iris, find the one who called the police. See if you can hack his phone and check if he took any pictures."
After hearing Iris's confirmation, he added.
"Also, make sure my route doesn't overlap with the one the police are using now," he instructed.
Feeling that at least the difficult part was over, Christian continued driving.
It didn't take long before he finally arrived at his house, where Eva and her maid were also standing in front.
Parking at the side and stepping out of his car, Christian looked at Eva, who was already standing in front of him, and noticing how she seemed to have something to say while alternating her gaze between the car and him, he waited patiently with a smile.
Eva, once again blaming herself for never seeming to arrive on time and always being late, looked at Christian, her "man" and waited for his answer.
"Considering that I already took care of the assassin, don't I look perfectly normal?"
Hearing his joking tone and how he was speaking so directly, despite them not having addressed the previous case at all, she felt her nerves relax, though a complicated feeling quickly took its place.
Still, knowing it was already late and that they could always talk later, she turned her gaze to the inside of the car. Not finding anyone, she asked.
"Where is the caught assassin?"
"Oh, she's in the back."
The word he used to describe the assassin caught her attention, but as she saw him walk to the trunk and open it, she simply followed silently.
She looked at the sight in front of her, a battered young woman, covered in blood, with one arm dangling as if it were broken, and couldn't help but freeze, every thought in her mind coming to a halt. Her gaze shifted to Christian, then back to the woman, alternating between them again and again.
In the end, she just shrugged. The fact that the assassin was a woman surprised her, but that was all. After all, knowing the woman's true identity and that she had come here to kill Christian, there was no way she could bring herself to pity her.
For her, someone who had been exposed to all kinds of filth since she was young and had seen members of her family do some "training" with normal people, this kind of scene was not something unfamiliar to her.
More than that, with Christian standing in front of her now, completely healthy and seemingly uninjured, she couldn't help but say.
"Was it because you didn't continue with me this morning that you kidnapped a woman this time? Hoping to vent and practice?"
Christian, bewildered by what Eva had said, couldn't help but pause. He carefully registered her words and finally scoffed.
"Do you really think I would go after some other woman when I have you?"
"When you yourself said you were fine with whatever I wanted?"
Hearing Christian's tone, Eva, who had intended to tease him, felt embarrassment instead. Then, as she looked into his green eyes, those orbs giving off a chilling glow under the night, as if they could devour her whole, she instinctively took a step back, seemingly intimidated by their intensity.
Christian, now looking at her teasingly, took a step toward her. But when he saw her retreat again, he stopped and said.
Imitating his sister, Christian opened his arms wide, looked at Eva, and waited.
Eva, who sometimes felt like her mental age was strangely regressing when in Christian's company, finally walked bashfully into his arms.
She, herself, had already wanted to throw herself at him since he arrived, but doing so now under his teasing gaze felt slightly different.
Christian, not satisfied with just the simple hug, pushed Eva toward the car, placed his hands under her bottom, slightly lifting her, and kissed her. They made out in the open street, not even minding the presence of her maid some distance away.
He continued like that for a while, savoring the moment, when suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw something that made him stop.
With lipstick, which she had recently started using, slightly smeared from her lips to the side, Eva also opened her eyes when she felt Christian stop. She turned her head toward what he was looking at.
And staring back at her from that direction were dead black eyes, so eerie they nearly took her breath away in surprise.
"So, you were awake?"
Christian took the initiative and spoke, seeing that the assassin had already returned to her consciousness.
"Yes… It's been some time now."
"Actually, I deliberated whether I should try to escape, but in the end, I gave up."
'Was she this talkative?'
Wondering silently in his mind upon hearing her dry voice, which seemed to contain little, to no emotion, Christian simply smiled and said.
"Well, that was the right judgment, as you wouldn't have succeeded anyway."
After saying that, Christian didn't give her another thought and continued with Eva, who shared the same sentiment.
Some time passed, and now, standing beside each other, Eva, felt happy being held by Christian around her waist, finally called out to Sophia, her maid.
Then, as she looked at her, she pointed toward the assassin woman still in the car trunk and said.
"Take her away, we are bringing her with us."
As she saw her maid nod and begin helping the assassin woman out, Eva scrutinized the woman's face and couldn't help but turn her head toward Christian, saying,
"You know, it doesn't matter what state she's in, but couldn't you have at least spared her beautiful face?"
While, looking at Eva quizzically, Christian said,
"So, I should have given away my neck, then?"
"Don't be deceived by her current state. She's actually very strong."
"It was to the extent that, during the fight, I didn't even have time to think about whether I should attack a woman, or if I shouldn't aim my strikes at her face. It was all about just winning without sustaining any injury myself."