ASSISTANT CULUN

Chapter 29. If Keep Together

Abigail stared at the car that was going to take her away from the safe house. If usually he would step lightly when his work was done, this time there was something that made him feel heavy.

But Abigail realized, if it is related to life, the heart and feelings must be ruled out. 

Hhhhh...If I continue to be with him, I will be the source of his doom.

He opened the car door and entered. Abigail put on her seatbelt, and just set her gaze forward.

Moments later Micah entered and the car moved away from the safe house accompanied by a car in front of and behind the car the brothers were riding.

"Are you okay?" Micah asked, holding Abigail's hand.

Hearing the question, Abigail turned her head to look at Micah while commenting on the thin smile. "I'm fine, brother."

Abigail turned her gaze out the window again, staring at the lush forest. For tens of minutes he remained in the same position.

Finally, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Sister." Abigail turned to look at Micah who was struggling with his notebook.

"Yes. What's up Ai?" Micah took off his glasses and focused on his sister.

"I've made a decision." Abigail's face looked determined.

"Decisions?" Micah's forehead frowned, he did not understand where the brother spoke.

Abigail took a deep breath. "I'm going to resign from the agency." Speak it quickly.

"Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!" Micah clenched his hands into the air several times. He looks very happy.

Abigail was surprised, not expecting the big brother's reaction. His mouth was open with fleshy eyes.

"You're finally backtracking without being asked." Micah who had put the notebook to the floor grabbed Abigail and hugged her warmly.

"I thought you'd be disappointed."

Micah broke his embrace and rubbed Abigail's hair. "No, I'm happy with your decision."

"Good, I'm relieved."

Meanwhile at the safe house, Trias approached Darren who was sitting on the grass overlooking the lake.

"Why not take her away? Ever since you left the dining room, you've kept yourself locked up in the room."

Darren smiled wryly without looking at Trias. "Call me a coward."

"You haven't told him?"

Darren shook his head slowly then lowered his head and held his head with both hands.

Trias. "In that case, why don't you hold it?"

"Safety is more important." Lirih Darren's. "If I continue with him, none of us will survive."

Trias could only pat Darren on the back to give the young man some spirit.

Darren raised his face and looked at Trias for a moment by commenting on a smile. Then he looked up at the clear sky with a little cluster of white clouds there.

"If only I could protect her." Lirih Darren broke the silence.

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After a long journey and several car changes, they finally arrived at Micah's mansion. Although he had missed his own house, Abigail was forced to fulfill the request of his brother.

The front yard of the mansion is very beautiful, surrounded by a large garden and equipped with a fish pond. Plants that thrive and are neatly arranged make the magnificent building look united with nature.

Once down from the car they had greeted Liam with a tense face.

"What's wrong?" Micah rushed to the young man.

"Rosalin killed herself."

Micah and Abigail's breaths were suffocated.

"No way." Abigail shook her head.

The woman was found hanged in her private apartment. On a table not far from his body, a letter was found. In his letter Rosalin claimed to be depressed and not strong with the news that always cornered and accused him as a mistress.

"A few months, stay here and don't go anywhere." Micah looked at Abigail with a pleading face.

"But what does this have to do with me?" Abigail's confused.

"Don't ask, just follow my request. I beg you." Keep up Micah again.

Abigail gasped, never once did Micah ask with such a face and sorrowful gaze. Finally, he nodded in agreement to the request of his brother.

"Thank you." Micah hugged Abigail. "I don't want to lose you."

Liam looked at the two glazedly. "I'll tighten the guard around the mansion." He said as he walked out of the room.

Liam contacted someone using a cell phone that wasn't easy to trace.

"Strictly guarding in a safe house. I'll send you help soon." His orders after someone raised Liam's call. And without waiting for an answer, the young man immediately severed the connection.

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Abigail grilled her favorite meat as a lunch menu. But not a happy face that looks as usual when faced with his favorite, he looks moody.

After a while, he decided to raise the meat. Put it on a plate and immediately cut off the end.

Using chopsticks, Abigail took the piece. Blow it for a while and gobble it up.

He chews slowly, trying to enjoy his food. And once again, Abigail's countenance looked dissatisfied.

The head of the household and the few servants standing in one corner of the kitchen could only stare at Abigail in surprise without daring to reprimand her.

"Abigail!!! What's the matter?" Micah who had just come was surprised by the dozens of dishes containing roast meat of various sizes.

Micah ruffled his waist watching all the dishes. There is only one thing in common, there is a small cut on one edge of the meat.

"I want to eat grilled meat."

"Then? Why grill this much?"

Abigail stared at all the dishes with an annoyed look on her face. "Eitherway! I couldn't get a taste that fit like that time. All this meat tastes weird, it's not good at all."

Micah frowning. "That time?"

Abigail nodded. "Time at home is safe."

Hearing Abigail's reply, Micah fell silent and thought. A moment later he smiled amusedly looking at the sister.

"Cut this meat in addition to your dinner side dishes and others." Micah said to the head of the household.

The white-haired man smiled and nodded. Then he ordered all the servants who stood with him to lift the plates of roasted meat from the table.

"Call the chef, and make us both eggs, sunny side up with spaghetti carbonara. Serve it on the balcony." Micah Imbuh.

They all carried out Micah's orders while the woman took Abigail out of the kitchen.

"No taste, the meat you roasted was delicious." Micah opened the conversation as they arrived at the second-floor balcony leading to the lake and a mini golf course.

"No, it feels ordinary even bad." Abigail leaned back and closed her eyes.

"I don't understand, as I recall the same meat we ate back then. Has the quality of meat in our subscription decreased?" Abigail opened her eyes and looked at the older brother at the end of her sentence.

Micah chuckled softly in response to Abigail's question.

"It's not the flesh that's different. But the person who bakes and the atmosphere is not the same." Micah commented with a face expression holding back a laugh.

"Ohh.it looks like the taste of a loving roast full of longing roast meat is very much different." Imbuh Micah while gazing into the lake, not heeding the sharp gaze of the younger brother.

"There is no connection between the taste and taste of grilled meat." Abigail Protest.

Micah laughed without any intention of explaining his statement to Abigail.

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