The Hero

Chapter 206 Really Regrets This

Javier releases Jean-Eric without teaching him a lesson. Anyway, he doesn't have to.

The children of the trust fund that Jean-Eric has cheated on will perform well on that occasion. Oh, they're gonna teach him a lesson about his life, okay.

Gigi also managed to recover from her one-shot KO. Seeing Javier immediately made her feel panic mixed with embarrassment, and suddenly, she wasn't sure how to act at all. He only says yes to Jean-Eric's offer to take the pink pill "to relax" due to the increased pressure he's been feeling in his life lately.

“I don't know it's hard medicine..Honest! I'm just...I just really need to relax. I don't mean”

Javier waved and shortened his explanation. Not interested, and not necessary.

“Even if you know it is hard medicine and keep taking it, it will not bother me. You can die for everything I care about. All I'm asking is you don't die in my bar. That would be the best thing you can do for me.”

Gigi felt more embarrassed and somewhat disappointed. Now, he knows for sure he'll never get help from Javier. Surprised, he went and said goodbye, climbing towards the exit because he was too embarrassed to stay there.

Then, Herschel suddenly leaned towards Javier, as if he wanted to say something he could not separate..

Javier follows Herschel's line of sight, looks at Gigi's backward back, and soon understands what's on his bodyguard's mind. "good. He's not rotten to the point, I guess. Go for it.”

His friend immediately gave him a big smile and thanked and thanked Javier many times before chasing Gigi.

It doesn't take a genius to know that Herschel is very interested in him. Now, Javier himself doesn't like Gigione one bit, but that doesn't mean anyone else has to share his opinion. In addition, objectively, Gigi is quite handsome. Younger. Cute.

Luca approaches Javier, seemingly self-conscious and unsure of what to say. “Javier, bro, L..

Javier. “They said it took a fall to learn to walk, but I'm not sure if it's always true. You can stay—if you think this saying is not mere nonsense.”

Luca immediately understood his point and replied, “Don't worry, man. I know for sure I will never forget this lesson!”

Javier hummed and said nothing.

While the men were busy, Edelgard sat quietly alone in the corner of the sofa, his eyes glued to Javier the entire time.

He feels very sad. The only time Javier noticed it was when it came to business. Besides, he wouldn't even glance at her. It was particularly upsetting that Edelgard had been fantasizing about the encounter, wondering if Javier would feel it in secret, whether Luca would notice it, and what to do when it happened. .

He has a wild imagination. Since declaring his decision to be with Luca, Javier has lost the will to feel it. Not because he was bored with his body. He only respected Edelgard's wishes.

To be honest, he had no one to blame for his grief other than himself. He had asked for it when he made his choice - it was a logical consequence of his decision.

Edelgard went with the friends Luca had arranged for him. Gigi went with Herschel herself. When Chad was ready to leave, Javier looked at him and asked, "Everyone before us left in company, so may I have the honor of going with you?"

Chad swung his hand, waving at him in a hurry. “No, it's not necessary. I contacted a call girl for the night, and that was all I needed. Thank you for, uh, your love, Boss!””

He ran away, looking surprised, while Javier chuckled at himself with his hands tucked in his pocket. He walked leisurely, letting the night wind blow around him. It feels as cold as an autumn night.

He returned to the Saoirse residence and knocked on the door. The hostess opened it, and after Javier came in, she immediately handed him the script. “Just got this one last night. I read it once and thought it was pretty good. You tried it.”

Javier sat next to her on the sofa and picked up the script.

"Bright!" Javier praised the script as he closed the document. Had the night been younger, he would have sent this manuscript straight to Mr.'s doorstep. Ganders.

Saoirse leaned over to pick up a piece of paper and threw it into a nearby trash can. However, as he lowers himself, Javier can see his assets through his loose-fitting shirt.

Fire gushed from his crotch. She had been living in Saoirse's place for days now, yet she had never felt her skin stick to her own skin. Denying such an experience has left Javier a little hungry, and now, seeing the contours of his femininity has made controlling his worldly desires even more difficult.

“I'd like to ask, Mom. You haven't seen a man in years, have you? Have you never felt itchy down there?”

Saoirse's cheeks meet bright pink. "You..! Never say something like that, it makes no sense anymore! Or I'll kick you out of my house!” he's goosebumps.

He got up later, ready to go. Unfortunately, Javier grabbed his arm, and a second later, he heard him whisper, "You know, I can help scratch that itch for you."

Saoirse's face had risen, turning a color to a dead red. Angry, he said, “Damn, Javier Kersey! If you will continue to act like ab*stard, then I will completely stop working for your company! You hear me? Get out of my house!"

He's done giving Javier a chance, and that includes letting him stay where he belongs.

Javier's response was helpless. "Alright fine! I'll give you time to think about my offer.”

He stood up and started walking towards his room, Saoirse's orders were canceled. He didn't take it seriously at all. But two steps later, the older woman repeated her point more emphatically. “I told-go! Go and don't stay here much longer!”

His intention to show Javier the door was sincere.

Concerns that every extra second he spends with Javier will cause him to do something irreversible and unsalvageable. That might put her on tabloid headlines, the kind that would call her an older woman who seduced a younger man, like she had some sort of upside-down Oedipus complex. Humiliation and humiliation would kill him if that happened, and Javier's reputation would also be greatly affected.

Javier stopped walking and turned to face him. "wait. You mean it?”

He trained his finger at the front door without saying a word, “Oke. I hope you have no regrets not having a stomach as hard as this stone to cry before you go to sleep!

After saying that, he put his hand into his pocket and left haughtily.

Saoirse waited for the door to close before she put away her desk lamp angrily. He took out his books and pulled them to the floor with a racket. Emotional uproar has taken hold of it, and anger and irritation animates its tantrums.

“Stupid base, Saoirse! Why did you throw him out ?! You love it and you know it! So what the fuck, you stupid lady?!” He grumbled, stomped his feet before finally dropping down onto the sofa and bending his legs, tears streaming down from his eyes.

“Now you've done it—you made him angry and made him leave. You happy now, stupid*sss? ”

Regrets are multiplied. It surged from his heart to his head, almost as if creating a thick and depressed shadow over his crown.

My God, he really regretted his actions. What if she accepts his wish and offers herself to him? He's not gonna feel this bad right now, is he?

Damn, he might even be satisfied. Or happy.

Saoirse unwillingly extended a finger towards her phone. It fell into his palm, and he called out to Javier.