Chapter 1391 - 1387: I Can’t Bear to Treat You That Way
In the unfamiliar setting of this episode’s reality show, which is based on team confrontation, Chloe Winston had a restless night and woke up several times in between, subconsciously glancing at Constantine Stewart’s tent nearby. At some unknown time, the man had placed a flashlight outside his tent, casting a beam of light into the night.
Chloe Winston paused for a moment before looking at the flashlight’s beam and felt at ease as she went back to sleep.
Early the next day, when she awoke, Wendy Starling was still fast asleep. Chloe Winston crawled out of her tent, stretching her arms in the early morning light. They were perhaps the most unfortunate guests in reality show history, dressed only in sportswear or casual attire, each one bare-faced, tumbling in the sand or diving through the woods. Now they were in such an abandoned military base, trying to bond with zombies.
Having found her luggage, Chloe Winston took out her toiletries and went to the old bathroom to simply wash her hair under the tap. Then she dried her wet hair with a towel before walking back with her toiletries bag, only to look up and see Constantine Stewart standing at the doorway.
The man was dressed in a dust-free gray leisure outfit, with a handsome face and deep-set eyes, God knows how long he had been watching.
Constantine Stewart walked over, took the towel from her hand, and began drying her dripping hair, lightly stating, "It’s already past six, your alertness is so poor. If I were your enemy, you’d be dead a hundred times by now."
Washing her hair in the morning was somewhat chilly, especially since she had used cold water. Now, being towel-dried by the man, she felt the comfort of having her fur smoothed.
She squinted, enjoying Constantine Stewart’s rare service. Early in the morning, she didn’t want to put on a cold face, so she retorted playfully, "Are you trying to murder your teammate?"
The refined and elegant man slightly curled his lips at her words. His warm, dry hand gently massaged the acupoints on her skull while threading through her semi-wet, soft hair, murmuring, "Even if I’m reluctant to kill you, those zombies from the program crew might sneak up anytime."
Since the accompanying cameramen weren’t up yet, the man was unusually unrestrained, indulging in cheeky banter.
Chloe Winston rolled her eyes. The crew hadn’t undergone military training. With Daniel’s laziness, sneaking up wasn’t even in the cards. They might not even realize it if the threat appeared right in front of them; not everyone was trained like Constantine Stewart.
"Have you ever been kidnapped or assassinated before? Otherwise, why would you go through such tough training?" Chloe Winston squinted her eyes, enjoying the service, softly and huskily asking as if she were a kitten willing to be played with by its master.
"I was kidnapped as a child." Constantine Stewart spoke lightly, being kidnapped was just one reason, more so out of boredom he underwent the training. Now this boredom led him to this lonely place, towel-ing his ex-wife’s hair. He squinted slightly, longing to be lazy in his private mansion on Fulham Road, holding Chloe Winston close.
"Oh, the wicked power of money," Chloe Winston said knowingly, indeed the wealthy.
Constantine Stewart noticed her hair wasn’t as satisfying to touch after being cut short, and said quietly, "Though you look good with short hair, long hair feels better to touch. No more cutting it."
After speaking, his sexy thin lips pressed a warm, wet kiss on the back of her neck, huskily saying, "This is the price for drying your hair, my service requires repayment in kind."
Chloe Winston coldly took her towel back, walked back to the office she slept in, her eyes unwavering.
"Chloe, you got up so early and even washed your hair?" Wendy Starling was startled awake by the noise of the two accompanying cameramen, rubbing her eyes as she spoke.
"It’s half past six now, Sister Wendy. Hurry up and wash up, the zombies will be clocking in soon." Chloe Winston smiled; with the sun up, the zombies’ work shift will begin; charming zombies.
"Shit, those damn zombies." Wendy Starling was fully awake, muttering lowly. After a day of shocks, she had calmly accepted the situation of zombies running amok.
The two accompanying cameramen dashed to wash up, snatched a few bites of dry rations, and began filming.
Meanwhile, in the live studio, viewers long waiting for the screen were finally greeted with scenes of a naturally beautiful Miss counting supplies, having changed into a fitted, stylish casual outfit surrounded by piles of supplies and luggage. Seeing Constantine Stewart appear on camera, they were instantly abuzz.
"Just one night, what happened? The pairing of Chloe and Constantine came together sweetly again?"
"Feels like a hospital scene, oh, strongly condemn the short streaming time, limited coverage, there should be more streaming rooms."
"Right, right, wasn’t it said all male guests are trapped in a zombie-surrounded building? Why is Mr. Stewart by the lady’s side?"
"Waiting eagerly for the post-production recording, the program group is such a tease, really evil."
As Wendy Starling joined them, the three munched on dry rations and drank purified water, starting their meeting.
Constantine Stewart quickly sketched the town’s map and zombie troop distribution, his voice low and steady, "I’ve scouted this hospital last night, there’s an underground bunker, the iron door is locked but shows recent human activity marks. The marks are fresh; without surprises, the so-called Time-Space Portal lies below or somewhere else. We’ll assess the town thoroughly before making the final judgment."
"Mr. Stewart, how did I miss you scouting the hospital?" Wendy Starling exclaimed in surprise.
The man smiled slightly without replying. Most women were indeed oblivious, excluding Chloe Winston.
"Please continue, I won’t interrupt," Wendy Starling awkwardly smiled, raising her hand like a schoolchild.
"These two vantage points, I’ll go to Point A, Chloe to Point B. All zombies wear sensor vests; getting hit means they’re marked as dead, so just aim for the chest. Avoid the forehead; it hurts."
Constantine Stewart looked at Wendy Starling, saying, "Later, Chloe and I will ambush. You’ll sneak to Point C. This point has no zombies, 50 meters from other guests trapped in the building. After five minutes, enter the building directly, throw them the supply bags, and lead them out. Can you do it?"
Wendy Starling’s heart raced hearing him explain so much, stammering, "Can, I guess, but I forgot how."
"Sister Wendy, we’ll clear all zombies around the building within five minutes, so just remember the route from the hospital to the standalone house." Chloe Winston patted her hand, lightly laughing, "Just run when you see a zombie; you can do it."
"Okay, I’ll try, give me a gun." Wendy Starling, seeing her confident demeanor, instantly gained courage.
"Once you lead Charles Taylor and others out, we’ll reconvene directly at the hospital." Constantine Stewart paused suddenly, his elegant features looking at Chloe Winston in surprise, asking, "Why are you two alone, where are the other two female guests?"