Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 1971

Chapter 1971 That Unfilial Son

The person on the other end of the line hung up, then turned to the elderly woman with grey hair. The woman was waiting patiently to hear what Kurt’s response was, but all she got in return was her employee shaking his head.

That evening, Vivian left the office after busying away all day. “Kurt, I’ve accepted the case.” “Okay.”

Kurt, who had been driving, had already anticipated that response, so he was calm when he murmured a reply. Vivian sat beside him and stared. “So I will be flying all over the world soon.”

Kurt replied, “I’ll travel with you.” One simple sentence was all it took to stun Vivian in place and render her speechless. He’ll go with me? And travel all around the world while I work?

Vivian sighed. She looked away and turned her attention to the road ahead before gripping the safety belt she had on. She struggled for a bit before she finally said, “Kurt, I don’t need you to do that for me.” “Huh?”

Kurt hit the brakes and got the car to stop short right in the middle of the road. It scared Vivian so much that she turned pale.

“D-Don’t panic. I wasn’t implying anything. I just wanted to let you know that I am a big girl now. An adult like me can handle traveling on my own and taking care of myself.

“Also, you can’t just stay by my side at all times. You should build a career and pursue your dreams, too. Kurt, I need you to protect me, but not as a bodyguard. I want you to protect me as a man and a… husband.”

Vivian blushed so hard that her face was burning when she said that last word. Kurt looked at her. Still stunned, he murmured, “H-Husband?”

Vivian nodded. “Yes, a husband. Kurt, have you ever thought about earning that title? You are an incredible man, Kurt, and you are so smart. Have you ever thought about having a grand wedding ceremony and telling the world how much we love each other? Don’t you want to prove to my brothers that I made the right choice when I chose you?” NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Oh, she is good. She even got her brothers involved just to convince me. Kurt couldn’t say a word.

No one knew it, but he was secretly envious of the engagement party from three years ago. He also felt terrible because he couldn’t afford a grand ceremony like that, even though Vivian would definitely love it. It was undeniable that her parents would pay for everything if he asked, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. He was the man, after all.

In the end, Kurt got lost in his own thoughts. That night, they returned to their apartment. It was late. Kurt glanced at the sleeping woman in the bedroom before grabbing his phone and heading to the balcony. Kurt: There?

Karl: ? What the hell is that? He never gets in touch with me, so why is he sending me a message in the middle of the night now? Geez, is he trying to creep the hell out of me?

Karl was at SteelFort at the time and was monitoring Xayden as the latter designed a new type of explosive. Kurt’s sudden and infuriatingly short message got Karl to reply with nothing more than a question mark.

Soon, a new message popped up. Kurt: I want to get a job. Can I?

Karl: Huh? You’re finally getting a job? What kind of work will it be? Will it be tiring? How much will they pay you for it? Tell me everything.

Within a second, Karl sat up with excitement and sent Kurt dozens of questions. It was almost as if a father was excited and was nagging at his son. Kurt: Manager at PCT. Karl didn’t reply after that.

He stared at the words for quite some time, but he still couldn’t make heads or tails of what was going on. That made him shout toward the lab. “Oy, Xayden. What is PCT?”

“Huh?”

Xayden, who was busy working, turned around when he heard that. Karl replied, “That punk, Kurt, said he got a job working for some company called PCT. What is that?”

Xayden was speechless. The guy with the thick goggles on stood there for a few seconds before replying, “That’s the best construction company in the world. The company was responsible for the construction of the five-mile-long bridge.”

“Holy sh*t!” Those were the only words that flew out of Karl. He was beaming with pride.

Karl: Oh my gosh, you finally grew up, you punk! You’re going to go work at such an amazing company. It’s so great. Go clock in as soon as possible and remember this. Send me some money every month.

Kurt: ?

Karl: What? I spent a small fortune raising you little rascals! Let me share a secret with you. Steelfort hadn’t raised a salaryman in decades. Everyone we raised turned out to be freeloaders, and I am always so embarrassed whenever I have to ask the boss for money.

Kurt was speechless.

He didn’t bother replying before crushing his phone in half.

On the other side, Karl jumped in frustration.

“What the hell was that? He actually stopped replying to me. Does that mean he refuses to send me the money?”

“Oh, puh-lease. You’ve already taken all of my money, so what more could you want?” complained Xayden. He wouldn’t have dissed that hard and been that angry if he hadn’t heard anything. Now that he heard it, his anger bubbled up once more.

Karl didn’t refute.

D*mn it. I got myself into this trouble.

When Kurt woke up the following morning, he realized that Vivian had already left.

Sitting on the dining table was a note that told him when and where to meet Mikaela.

As he stared at that piece of paper, his lips instinctively curled up.