Revenge After Death



Up until now, Zion had never suspected Rachel's identity.

"Have you proposed to Rachel yet? Did she accept your proposal?" I looked at him and asked.

Zion shook his head. "Not yet. We're moving in together first. I'll find a time for that later.

"After returning from the desolate area, I was planning to find a good time for everyone to get together and propose to her. I never expected Daisy's laboratory to blow up before I could," he said with a sigh.

I stopped asking further.

Zion's feelings toward Rachel probably ran deep after experiencing the serial murder cases, the incidents in the ruined building, and the Death Cruise.

How would he react if he found out about her identity?

And what about Rachel? Did she have any genuine feelings for Zion?

"After what happened to you and Steven, Rach could barely eat. She shuts herself in all the time. She even lost her appetite and is growing thinner with each passing day." Before Zion opened the door to his place, he sadly told me about Rachel's worsening condition.

I kept quiet.

Zion's house was a second-hand property. Although it wasn't in a new neighborhood, the location and layout of the house were rather good. I could tell that he put a lot of thought into it back then.

The house wasn't very large, seemingly about a thousand square feet, with clean and minimal decorations that looked cozy.

However, the doorstep was now cluttered with takeout boxes and trash bags even though Zion had only been away for a day.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He was stunned upon opening the door. Didn't he just mention that Rachel had lost her appetite? What were all these takeout boxes, then?

As for Rachel, she was currently lounging on the couch in her shorts, watching a movie. She was even munching on barbecue-flavored chips and reacting exaggeratedly while engrossed in the movie.

She did not even look up when Zion came back. "Don't tell me you stayed up the entire night? Do you want to head in to rest for a bit?'

Rachel only looked up when she realized that he wasn't responding. She noticed that I had followed him back. At that moment, she instinctively hid her barbecue-flavored chips and looked at us with a fatigued expression. "I'm feeling dizzy, Zion. I haven't eaten for days-'

Both Zion and I looked at the takeout boxes. 'Who has been eating these, then?"

"Well, I ordered them for you, and I only had some mouthfuls. I only finished them up when I saw that you weren't coming back,' Rachel softly replied.

Resigned, Zion looked at me apologetically. "You guys can talk. I'll take the trash out."

As soon as he left, Rachel got up and stared at me warily. "The Eagle has landed."

She was trying to exchange secret codes with me, but we had none between us.

"Shut up, sit down, and continue eating your chips," I said indifferently.

Rachel's expression changed visibly. She seemed nervous as she asked, 'A delinquent pursued you in 12th grade. He wrote you a love letter, which you tore up after one glance. Do you still remember what it said?"

I sat in front of her and calmly said, "He said that he was interested in me and wanted to sleep with me." Rachel took a deep breath and was about to continue asking.

"Your first time with Zion didn't last long. You said that it took, at most, ten minutes from start to finish," I teased

Zion, who had returned from taking out the trash, stood by the entrance with indescribable embarrassment. Rachel was visibly flushed as she rushed over to cover my mouth.

His eyes twitched. He did not know if he should leave or stay. "Well, I still have things to do. You guys can continue. I'll head back to work."

With that, Zion bolted out of the door almost immediately.