Chapitre 68: The Deal

The sound of urgent footsteps caught my attention. Rage also heard it and looked at the door.

"A kid's footsteps," I said matter-of-factly. It is easy to identify a kid's footsteps from adult's. "Who is that? Your child?"

Rage's eyes drifted back to me. "Do I look like a married man?" 

"Why, are married men are only the ones capable of reproduction?"

He grimaced. "Sorry to disappoint you, but your assumption is wrong, woman. I prefer to marry first."

I didn't say anything. Why are we suddenly on that topic, anyway? It's not something relevant. 

"Uncle? Are you there?" It was a cute boyish voice. 

Uncle. So it's his nephew. Rage looked like he was thinking what to do with me. 

I raised a brow at him. "What are you waiting for? Go to the kid. Don't worry, I won't show myself to him. I don't kill children."

"Do you think I don't have any idea what you are thinking? You would escape once I get my eyes off you."

Moron.