Chapter 391: Chapter 391: Rain Shower
Midnight.
The weather had suddenly begun to deteriorate, with invisible threads of rain pouring down from above.
Rainwater splattered on the ground, reflecting in the puddles a sharp, clear crimson.
A stretch version Maybach came to a stop in front of the villa; the driver got out from behind the wheel, expertly opened a black umbrella, and, after meticulously shutting the door, stepped back a few paces to open the rear door.
The clear sound of raindrops hitting the glass entered the ears, while the man in the back seat remained entirely still, his head slightly tilted back as he pretended to sleep.
The driver held the umbrella, a pair of sunglasses masking his expressionless face, as he respectfully nodded and softly said, "Mr. Battleson, we’ve arrived."
The tranquil atmosphere was shattered.
Justin Battleson suddenly opened his eyes, furrowing his brows deeply. Though his eyes were clear, there was an inexplicably suppressed anger rising to the surface.
The driver kept his head low, his demeanor reverent.
In the next moment, Justin waved his hand, showing signs of impatience.
"You may leave first, I will go out later."
With that said, the driver looked up at him surprisingly but didn’t utter a word. Preparing to lower the umbrella, he handed it to Justin.
Deferring a little, Justin squinted and looked at the intensifying rain outside in the faint light of the car. "Take the umbrella with you," he said softly.
The driver froze, his actions interrupting.
As the rain splattered against his face, its icy touch felt strangely disquieting.
Instead of articulating his worries, he said, "Mr. Battleson, we don’t know when the rain will stop. If I take away the umbrella, then you..."
Upon hearing this, impatience crossed Justin’s face, "When I tell you to take it, just take it. Stop talking nonsense."
At his words, the driver touched his nose, seemingly unable to figure out what was going on, hesitating for a few seconds.
He closed the car door, reopened the umbrella, and skirted the puddles as he walked away.
After an unknown amount of time, Justin reopened his eyes.
He looked a bit bewildered at the open car window. From his angle, he could see the full moon hanging in the sky.
The heavy rain casting a thin veil over it, making it more mysterious and aloof.
Events from a few hours ago seemed to repeat slowly, playing out vividly in his mind.
The woman’s tender lips and misty eyes.
It was strikingly similar to the night scenery.
He zoned out for a few seconds, then he opened the car door.
The rain splashed onto his pant legs as he stepped out emotionless into the rain, allowing it to drench him.
Aside from his slightly furrowed brows and soaking wet clothes, there didn’t seem to be any other traces.
After entering the villa, Justin took a hasty shower and then went to the living room.
The living room was not lit, only a dim moonlight from the large floor-to-ceiling window scattered on the floor.
He leaned lazily against the window, pulled the pull ring onto his beer, raised his head and chugged.
Each motion was imbued with an almost trembling violence and a fury he couldn’t suppress.
A few drops of beer slipped down his chin, flowing down to his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow, adding an inexplicable sexiness.
Not long after, Justin casually tossed away the empty beer can. It landed with a dull thud in the trash bin.
The interior was filled with a sharp alcohol smell, but the man’s deep eyes didn’t show a hint of drunkness.