Chapter 367 Dinner (2/2)

Kay nodded, understanding. It was just as Kyle said. If the person meant any harm, the killer aura wouldn't have been extracted that quickly. Still, it wouldn't hurt to be more cautious.

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The dining room was lively, livelier than it normally is since the addition of three teenagers. They brought a certain 'youthfullness' atmosphere. Normally, mealtimes would be quiet, or have a little bit of conversation here and there.

Generally, the temperaments of the original occupants were just like that. Master Shifu only spoke when there was something profound to say, Rheia was the quiet type and only spoke when she saw people weren't eating.

No need to mention May, that would only speak when spoken to - not because she was in her little shell like before, but because she was more focused on Hawthorn. Hawthorn was the non-inquisitive type so he never asked nor took the initiative to share anything.

As for Nitocris? Even more so.

But now, with the three young ones, it was different.

Granted, the one that was causing the most ruckus was Xing Han. He would talk animatedly about his day, giving accounts of 'Kyle moments' in an exaggerated manner, filling the table with laughter. Even Hawthorn was listening and laughing along.

Only Nitocris was silently eating, seemingly oblivious to the ruckus around. Doing his own thing, in his own way, nothing out of place.

Xing Han rolled his eyes at that.

Why was that man always so perfect? Even though he was annoyed by the Thing, he couldn't deny how perfect he always was, be it in his mannerisms or his features.

The way that silver steak ran through the perfectly slicked back black hair was perfect. The way his suit fit his sculptured body perfectly, not a crease in sight. For dinner, he had taken off his jacket and his sleeves were rolled up - but even then, it was so neat!

The way he ate even, with movements so fluid and delicate, yet strong. His hands, that looked like it could snap a person in two, could hold a pair of chopsticks so well as he aimed towards the dishes.

Xing Han had no idea how to put it into words but it felt like Nitocris was this perfect shell of a person. Nothing out of place. Like a picture cut-out. Perfect, and cold.

Yet before, he was warm.

For the first time in his life, Xing Han was curious.

Just what sort of person was this Thing, really?

”Kyle, see me after dinner,” Nitocris said, as he took another piece of meat.

”Sure thing, Big Bro Nic,” Kyle replied, ”Where? The office?”

Nitocris gave a slow smile as he turned to look at Kyle, ”No. My room.”

Xing Han gritted his teeth, chomping on his food.

The Thing IS annoying.