Desire Me If You Can

Chapter 74

Grayson opened his mouth but couldn't speak. He seemed utterly confused, not understanding what to say. Dein became briefly curious. Was this genuine astonishment from Grayson, or merely a learned reflex?

"Pharmaceutical companies need subjects to test on, so they distribute drugs like this. They sell them under the radar, especially to those who can't get medication through regular channels or when they develop drugs with dubious intentions. And they charge a premium for it."

Dein unusually spoke at length. Perhaps he felt he owed /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ Grayson some explanation since he had used his money. Grayson thought that must be right.

"Not well-intentioned?" Grayson asked, catching up with the conversation.

"For example, turning a Beta into an Omega or an Alpha."

Grayson frowned again. He continually seemed puzzled, but Dein didn't seem interested in discussing it further and changed the subject.

"What are we going to do now?"

"What?"

Grayson, lost in thought, paused before responding. Dein replied in a usual indifferent tone.

"I’m done with my errands. What do you want to do now?"

Grayson continued to frown at him. Clearly, this guy had no idea what a date involved.

Despite having everything figured out, Dein was oblivious to the fact that Grayson doubted him. To his limited understanding, just wandering around together was enough to qualify as a date.

In reality, Dein had never had a proper relationship. Most were one-night stands, and even when he did dine or spend time with someone, it was ultimately for that one purpose, which was hardly different from foreplay.

But a date coming from this guy's mouth?

The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. Was a psychopath supposed to be more romantic than him, who at least had a normal brain? It would have been less confusing if Grayson had simply suggested they have sex again.

In the end, it's about giving people what they want. Since Darling needed to stay in the hospital a bit longer, Dein had no need to go back early. He hadn’t felt like looking for another partner since the last one had been so intense the night before.

He was still uncomfortably aware of a lingering sensation deep in his body, but not so much that he couldn’t move. He’d pretend everything was fine, spend some time with Grayson Miller, and then head home to sleep.

Spending time together, if not that, then what is a date?

Meanwhile, Grayson felt a sudden emptiness as he watched Dein, who stood with his arms crossed, tilting his head slightly, waiting for him to speak.

What am I even doing here?

He had roamed his entire life

“All this fuss, shit...”

He cursed again, frustrated that nothing seemed to go right. He tousled his hair roughly, and as Dein, who had been watching the parade, turned to look at him, he asked,

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going?”

“What?”

Grayson asked absentmindedly, to which Dein replied with his usual indifferent tone,

“You said let’s eat and do something. Do whatever, I don’t care if we split up after standing around.”

See that. This guy places me beneath him.

There’s no way such a person could be his destiny. So why couldn’t he just laugh it off and walk away as usual this time?

For some reason, Grayson kept feeling increasingly angry. Why? Why?

“You...”

Just as Grayson was about to speak,

Bang, Boom, Bang!

Loud noises followed by the ground shaking interrupted him. Startled people screamed and ran in all directions. Grayson and Dein also looked in the direction of the noise. Grey smoke was rising from one direction. Amid the fleeing crowd, someone shouted,

“It’s a bomb, someone set off a bomb!”

“It’s a terrorist attack!”

Chaos ensued as the panicked crowd screamed and scattered in all directions. Grayson, like everyone else, intended to flee. He turned to run in the opposite direction of the smoke.

After a few steps, he felt something odd. Reluctantly looking back, he stopped and stood still.

Across the rushing crowd, a tall figure was quickly moving away. It was Dein Striker.

What...

Grayson stood dumbfounded, watching his retreating figure. Like a scene from a movie, people rushed past him. In the middle of the noisy street, Grayson stared in the opposite direction of the crowd and muttered to himself,

“What are you doing, you idiot...”