Chapitre 355: Detective's Doubts

Irene ordered herself a nice tall glass of iced latte, plopping herself down at the exact same seat Amanda took off from.

This, she did, all the while silently staring, barely a hint of emotion in her gaze… at me, her surroundings, the other patrons scattered few and far, but mostly just me. They were like motion sensors, her eyes were, tracking my every slight move with the sharpest precision.

It took me some time to figure out the reason why I was suddenly under such intense surveillance until it dawned on me that this here was the first time Irene was seeing me donning the hero robes that everyone else for some reason just seem to find utterly irresistible.

Bearing that in mind, the look in her eyes just took on a whole new entirely deviant meaning, if you catch my meaning.

Once I was finished with her order, Irene muttered a thanks, paid for her drink, and began to slowly stir… still refusing to elaborate her reason for being here.