A retired reincarnation of a certain American film.

Chapter 299 Rachel: "The only way to choose a man is stud!" (Third update!)

When Rachel got home, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

After she parked the car in the garage, she did not get out of the car immediately or turn off the engine. Instead, she waited until the garage door was completely closed before turning off the bulletproof and explosion-proof car that had been modified by Vince Auto Repair Factory. The car stalled.

Rachel didn't want to be so nervous.

but……

Who lets his man do big things?

Rachel, who comes from an ordinary family and earned a private school scholarship through her own efforts, understood a truth at a very young age.

Choosing a man is actually like gambling in a Las Vegas casino.

And she only had one chip, the only option was Stud, and there was no possibility of betting on both ends.

So Rachel always kept her chips, and after placing the bet, she stood firmly with Luke no matter what trouble he encountered.

She felt she made the right bet.

Rachel's idea was simple.

Luke was rushing in front, and she only needed to take care of herself and the people Luke cared about from behind.

And this is what she should do as a fiancée.

and so!

Although Rachel knew that Luke had arranged for federal agents to protect the place before he left, she still tried her best to protect herself, lest Luke's enemies would find an opportunity and ruin what Luke was doing. matter.

call!

After turning off the engine, Rachel opened the makeup mirror and arranged her hair. Thinking about Lorna who still didn't know what Luke was going to do, she calmed down her mood, opened the door and got out of the car, and returned to the living room.

next second.

She smelled the familiar smell that reached her nose.

Rachel's eyes lit up. She put down her backpack, changed her shoes, and ran to the restaurant. Her eyes lit up when she looked at Luke who was frying steak at the bar.

Luke looked at Rachel, who had stars twinkling in front of her eyes, and said with a smile, "I've been in the garage for almost ten minutes, why don't you go inside?"

Rachel rolled her eyes at the confused Luke, then walked over and hugged Luke's waist from behind with a smile on her face.

Luke looked at Lorna who was sitting on the high stool opposite, looking here without blinking, and smiled: "Lorna is still sitting opposite."

Rachel stuck her head out, put her hand on Luke's shoulder, and looked at Lorna with a smile.

Lorna understood, and while packing up her textbooks, she looked at Rachel and said, "Actually, I'm used to it, really, Rachel."

Rachel looked at Lorna with a smile.

Lorna sighed, held the textbook under her arm, jumped off the high stool, and walked towards the stairs to the second floor.

There was a pause.

Lorna couldn't help but stopped, turned around, and said to the two people leaning behind the bar: "I am over sixteen years old, you should know."

Rachel said directly: "Room."

Lorna nodded quickly: "Okay, call me when the meal is ready."

Done.

Lorna climbed up the stairs quickly, returned to her room, and closed her door.

one more time.

Tomorrow was the weekend, and she didn't want to be grounded tonight or anything like that.

After returning to the room, Lorna thought for a while, found her own plush bunny ear-shaped sound-isolating earmuffs and put them on herself.

but……

Lorna, who was already sixteen years old, imagined that the scene did not actually happen in the restaurant downstairs.

Rachel raised her head and listened to the sound of the door closing in her ears. She immediately withdrew her gaze, released her arms around Luke, and sat down on the high stool that Lorna had just left. The soul of the media person awakened at this moment, full of thoughts. Looking at Luke gossiping: "What's the result?"

Luke looked at Rachel curiously.

Laughed.

"What's the result?"

"You know."

Rachel glared at Luke, lowered her voice, and made movements with her left hand and right hand: "It was you who defeated the Nazis."

Luke was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Dear, that's Hydra, not a Nazi."

obviously.

Rachel thinks that Hydra is the Nazi, and the Nazi is Hydra.

Luke was the same at the beginning.

He only learned the boundaries after being educated by Alexander Pils.

In a word.

A Nazi can be a Hydra, but a Hydra is not a Nazi.

Rachel obviously didn't want to listen to Luke's popular science. She lay on the bar with her arms folded and said directly: "It's pretty much the same anyway. No matter what the result is, you win."

Luke grabbed the towel, wiped his hands, looked at Rachel, and then when Rachel's eyes gradually turned from expectant to dangerous, he smiled slightly and nodded: "Of course, I have never lost before!"

He successfully survived to retirement in the main god's space where the probability of death was said to be 99.45%.

The current level of danger is not even a small storm.

After Luke calmed down the storm, he was not in a happy mood at all. After all, an elephant would not be happy just because it trampled an ant to death.

Quite the opposite.

Luke was even a little disappointed.

After all, he failed to ask Whitehorse to go to Hades to carry the stone as promised.

fortunately.

still have a chance.

When the Witch Heart Devil comes up next time, grab the Witch Heart Devil directly and ask him to trade Whitehorse for his life.

He didn't believe that the inner demon wouldn't satisfy his small request.

"Oh, God!" Rachel screamed, pulling Luke back from his thoughts.

next second.

Rachel covered her mouth with her hands, her face seemed extremely happy, she looked at Luke and lowered her voice: "He is dead, are you sure, have you seen the body?"

Luke looked at Rachel in a daze, as if Rachel's urge to want Whitehorse to die was far greater than his.

Thinking about returning.

Luke still answered Rachel's questions truthfully.

"Dead, I'm sure, I saw the body, but it's gone now."

"No more, what do you mean?"

Rachel blinked and seemed to have thought of something: "You won't give his body to others, right? Aren't you afraid that others will use his body to resurrect him? I mean, didn't you say that there is someone who is doing research? What about cloning technology?"

Luke handed the fried steak directly to Rachel.

Rachel took the steak plate and looked at Luke without blinking.

Luke was helpless: "My dear, are you sure you want to talk about these things during dinner?"

Rachel looked down at the delicious steak on the plate, then looked up at Luke: "If you don't tell me, I feel like I have no appetite."

Good guy.

Luke was shocked.

"When did your taste become so strong?"

"This is what it became after following you."

Rachel rolled her eyes and looked at Luke: "Don't tell me."

Luke shook his head: "No more, no more. I turned it into minced meat in a direct physical sense. Are you satisfied? Do you still have an appetite now?"

After hearing what Luke said, Rachel imagined a picture of a human-shaped object turning into pieces. Then she looked at the medium-rare steak on the plate, took a deep breath, looked up with a smile. Luke: "Quite satisfied."

Luke looked at the expression on Rachel's face and expressed disbelief.

"As long as you are satisfied, don't blame me if you don't eat enough."

"Then just feed me."

"..."

As Rachel spoke, she winked mischievously towards the expressive Luke behind the bar, then jumped off the high stool, dipped her hand in the black pepper on the plate, and faced Luke with a provocation. She licked her fingers in an awkward manner, then walked towards the dining table, looked up in the direction of Lorna upstairs and shouted: "Lorna, my dear, come down for dinner."

Lorna, who was wearing bunny ear muffs, didn't hear anything at all.

It was after Rachel knocked on the door that Lorna took off her earmuffs and followed Rachel downstairs.

On the table.

Lorna took three bites of a piece of steak and ate it with gusto.

Rachel is different.

I ate seven or eight bites of a piece of steak.

Luke glanced at the expression on Rachel's face, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

He knew this would happen.

Luke didn't speak either, but just kept eating his own meal.

Rachel lit her steak with a fork, then saw Luke glance at her unintentionally, thought about it, her eyes lit up, she got up and walked towards the bar, and walked to the cabinet where the beer was stored.

Lorna, who was eating with gusto, suddenly became nervous.

Rachel took out a bottle of beer from it, returned to the dining table, glanced at Lorna who was eating steak, then looked at Luke, and asked curiously: "Have you drunk the beer?"

Lorna kept moving, her spirit tense.

Although Lu Ke had just promised her to keep her secret.

but……

Lorna had actually seen Luke's promise once, and that time, frankly speaking, wasn't very good.

Please, please, don't sell me out.

Lorna prayed silently in her heart.

After hearing Rachel's words, Luke looked up at Rachel, then looked away again, and said with a normal expression: "Well, I drank a bottle."

Rachel was a little curious when she heard this: "Don't you never drink beer, and you said beer smells like horse urine?"

Luke looked up at Rachel with a calm expression and said with a smile: "Occasionally change to new flavors."

Rachel snorted and smiled: "That's true, but if you don't like beer, just drink it occasionally, not all the time. I think you should prefer bourbon."

Luke raised his head and looked at Rachel with a smile: "I think so too, so after I drank a bottle, I changed it back to my bourbon."

Rachel smiled and said: "How does it feel to drink bourbon after drinking beer?"

Luke put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked at Rachel, and said seriously: "I prefer bourbon, because bourbon understands me."

Rachel looked at Luke with a smile, took a sip of beer, then put the beer aside, looked at Luke, and seemed to agree: "It does smell like horse urine. It's good to try it. I want it." I’m drinking bourbon, are you drinking it?”

Luke looked at Rachel who was getting up and said with a smile: "I will listen to you."

Lorna on the side looked confused.

She felt like Luke and Rachel were talking about the difference between beer and bourbon.

but……

It seems not.

Lorna couldn't help but scratch the back of her head.

So itchy!

……

(End of this chapter)