Chapitre 222: No Pun Intended!

Malachi ended up taking a pot of boiling hot noodles to the face and chest, but since he had such a high resistance to the natural elements already, it was basically just cold bath water. 

Even the metal pot striking against his nose did not bother him nearly as much as it would have someone who was human. 

"Shit, Malachi! You scared me!" 

Joanne came running over with a towel in hand and hurriedly tried to pat down every inch of Mal's damp body. 

"Shit, what were you thinking?? You can't just go popping up in the middle of a woman's room like that!"

"Sorry." he said with a wry smile. 

He figured that seeing someone suddenly show up who looked like him was indeed pretty alarming, and he started to wish that he'd maybe sent a text first. 

Joanne suddenly stopped trying to wipe down Malachi and paused without being able to meet his gaze.