Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Biting on her bottom lip, she looked away. Telling him would bring nothing but more trouble to her mother if he were to act rashly.

"How the hell can I truly believe you aren't lying to me?" He folded his arms.

"You don't." She shrugged knowing fully well she had never told anyone her life's history, not even Fae.

From the very first day that she had met Nix, she could tell there was a burning hatred he had for Mr. Zhao. If she was going to talk, then she also needed to know why he felt this way even if it was the first time they had just met.

"I will talk, only if you tell me why you dislike Mr. Zhao." She conditioned.

At the thought of her words, he laughed out hysterically. "I don't dislike him..." he let his voice trail off momentarily.

Lumina let out a sigh of relief, thinking she had thought wrong all along.

"I despise him." He snorted. "Trust me, you wouldn't want to know why I do, but it isn't something pleasant."

Her eyes glanced around, hoping to find some sort of distraction. It was best to leave the sleeping dragons lying.

"Something tells me I already know who the culprit is." He observed with the narrow of his eyes at her.

Maintaining a poker face, she decided to remain silent. There was no point in confronting him.

"It doesn't matter anymore, all I want is to get to the organization, only that way can I break free from the bond that ties me here."

Nix clicked his tongue at her explanation, he had wanted so badly to reveal that he had foreknowledge about the paper she had hidden in her pockets a few days ago.

"Let me guess, you don't want me interfering with your problems."

Lumina exhaled with a smile, nodding her head.

"That's stupid." He replied bluntly, turning around and walking towards the closet.

Lumina watched as he pulled out a bathrobe and a towel from it. He almost looked like the Nix she had come to know and admire. Underneath all that pent-up rage was a feeble heart, one she knew too well had gone through a lot.

"I'm sorry." She said in a whisper, looking at her bare feet awkwardly.

Closing one of the closet doors, he peered out and onto her timid outlook, "that doesn't tell me who had threatened you." He retorted.

Guilt ate deep into her mind, she felt that not telling him was also equivalent to not helping him, but then the case of his rage and impulsiveness made her rethink what could be done.

"Why do you act on impulse?"

"Excuse me?!" Nix questioned, the corner of his lips raised.

Pulling off his shirt, he watched as she had one of those dazed looks again. "I had thought you had gotten over whatever was happening to your face."

He pointed all around her face, shaking his head.

Immediately closing her mouth, she shook her head, "Would you please respect yourself and go dress somewhere else?"

Bringing up his hands to comb through his hair, her eyes caught sight of the bandaged hand, "why do you have a bandage there?"

"So you do care about my welfare?" Nix questioned with a raise of his brow, looking at his hand.

The thought of Hana tending to his wounds and dressing them brought a smile to his face.

He had wished it was Lumina who had done that for him but after seeing what she had done while he was out. His guard had been raised higher than ever.

There was still the issue of the other person who could thwart his plans.

'Why can't you tell me that it's Mr. Zhao?' He wondered why she tried so hard to keep the truth at bay while trying to stall for time.

The organization encompassed so many secrets that were rooted deep in people and their daily activities.

"Are you ready to tell me who had coerced you?" He rolled his eyes, questioning. Even though he could tell who the culprit was, he wanted her to say it personally.

There was no way he was going to make the same mistake he had done with Fegan. The mention of the paper was going to stay as something he had never seen in his life.

With the glint in his eyes, she had an uneasy feeling in her stomach that made her doubt that he was ignorant about all that was going on.

"What would you do if I told you?" She spoke, being able to guess his next words.

If it was the Nix she knew, he was going to say something dark and unconventional.

"Kill whoever, of course!" He replied calmly with a smile.

Once he had spoken, she almost choked on her saliva.

That could never be the case with Mr. Zhao, if anything were to happen to Mr. Zhao, the organization would never turn a blind eye to his demise and would hunt down each and everyone who had been involved with him–that would include her mother.

'Do you think I never thought about doing the very same thing to him?' She gave a perfect roll of her eyes.

"You are kidding, right?!" She hid her nervousness with a chuckle, but it gradually began to fade the more he didn't reply nor give any form of reaction to her reply.

Nix smiled, throwing the towel onto his shoulder. "You take things too seriously."

Lumina's heart thumped, and her eyes searched the dorm aimlessly.

"Killing whoever that causes it would be a disadvantage, breaking a few bones and enough torturing is more like it." He snickered.

Creating a barrier around the nightstand, he glared at Lumina. "Until you are ready to talk, you are under my watch."

Tension in the air, she bowed her head in understanding. "I'm sorry, once again."

"Don't apologize to me, it disgusts me." He sneered before slamming the door of the bathroom behind him.