Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Was she not Seventeen?

Chapter Hundred and Fifteen

The lunch box sat on the passenger seat, its foil-wrapped contents sending faint waves of heat into the confined space of the car. Markus stared at it, one hand lazily gripping the wheel as he waited for the gates to open.

Matilda’s aunt had done it again, always shoving food into his hands like he was one missed meal away from starvation. He hadn’t even said yes. One minute, he’d said he wasn’t hungry, and the next, the damn thing was warming his car like it belonged there.

Now, he was used to it. He was used to getting his lunchbox before leaving.

He sighed and started driving. It was his off day, the one day he wasn’t expected to train anyone, kill anyone, or drag anyone to safety.

If Ahmet’s mother, his aunt, ever found out he was eating someone else’s food like he had paid her to cook for him every single day, especially that woman’s food, he was a dead man.

Not a swift, painless death either. No, she’d string him up by his ear and lecture him with enough fury to rival a full-blown Mafia tribunal.

She also prided herself on her cooking and, to be fair, so did the woman from Asli’s Suite. Why did every strong, terrifying woman he knew also wield a kitchen knife like a crown?

He glanced again at the lunch box, his mouth twisting.

"Great. Now I’ve got a food war going on."

His fingers tapped the wheel in rhythm with his thoughts, but no matter how many corners he turned, something else itched at him.

Matilda.

He let out a low groan and leaned back.

"What the hell was that all about?"

The flashback came uninvited, vivid, and annoyingly sharp.

She had met him at the hall like she... never did. Not that particular time. Matilda never woke up that early. Not even when she had exams.

She smiled like an innocent girl. Her steps toward him were light, and even her voice lighter. She asked if they could start training. Which, he didn’t believe because she had complained throughout the first training.

And when he said no, she pressed him about the technique he had on the phone... like it was a matter of life and death.

He began to recall her words. ’Alright then, if we are not training now, and if you have a video of it on your phone, show me,’ she had said, stepping closer.

Then she reached for his wrist. The girl held his hand. ’For no apparent reason.’ he almost yelled.

His hand had shot out instantly, grabbing hers.

He noticed how her eyes widened, not with guilt, nor was she surprised.

She didn’t even panic.

For a second, he had studied her. Her skin was warm. Her pulse flickered against his fingers. Something was off. It definitely was.

The moment the silence had stretched between them, he wondered... Was this kid seriously trying to flirt with him?

It all made sense. The last time she had invited him in for dinner. Claiming Asli wouldn’t be around. It had sounded off but he tried to brush it off but now, this morning, he knew what she was doing.

Was she not like Seventeen?

He had let go before it got weird. He then muttered something about boundaries and brats with no sense.

Even now, behind the wheel, his face twisted in distaste.

She was just a kid. What the hell was happening?

Was she even done being a teenager?

He squinted at the road ahead.

"Has the whole Villa lost their damn minds?"

It wasn’t the first time she’d been unusually chirpy around him. But today felt calculated like she was working toward something. But what?

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