Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1293

Chapter 1293: Chapter 1293

"There are some scratch marks on the windowsill, partly covered by snow, making the marks unclear to identify. However, we found a few strands of animal fur in the window crevice, suspected to be from a primate, but we need to wait for further confirmation from the laboratory."

Allen Rivera nodded slightly and said, "Let’s rest for tonight and wait for the results from the lab tomorrow, then we’ll call a meeting with the whole team."

"Do we need to arrange someone for protection?"

"Not necessary."

With just a few simple instructions, the people in the room began to leave one after another.

Allen Rivera called out to Ray Cooper and Lucas Tucker: "You two, come with me for a moment."

The two followed Allen Rivera outside.

Shortly after, Fiona Lake bundled up her clothes and left as well.

And the ones left, Jane McCain and Juliet Stewart, had nothing to say to each other, and didn’t fit in.

Juliet Stewart’s eyes were still red and swollen, not wanting Jane McCain to see her embarrassed, she quickly followed Fiona Lake out of the room.

Jane McCain sat alone in the room, leaning against the table, resting her chin in her hands, her legs swinging back and forth... at a loss for what to do.

After such a ruckus in the dead of night, all her sleepiness was gone. She hesitated on whether to go back to sleep, but didn’t really want to face Juliet Stewart, feeling quite awkward.

Thinking back, Juliet Stewart was also pitiful, liking someone she shouldn’t, choosing Allen Rivera.

Rational, cold, severe.

Secretly liking him is inconsequential, because he doesn’t care about your feelings nor your vulnerability, only assigning tasks to you in a business-like manner. And once you mess up, you’re in for the most ruthless criticism and reprimands.

Thinking this, Jane McCain felt that Juliet Stewart was just asking for trouble on her own accord.

If Juliet Stewart wasn’t Allen Rivera’s subordinate, perhaps she might have had a chance, but now, all her emotions were destined for a self-reflection essay.

Would she cry while writing it?...

With her thoughts wandering, Allen Rivera returned from outside.

Seeing him carrying her lady’s satchel, Jane McCain was slightly taken aback, about to ask, when Allen Rivera said, "You’re sleeping here with me tonight."

...What?

Jane McCain blinked, wondering if she had heard wrong. Was he telling her to sleep with three men in one dormitory? Is that appropriate?

She glanced at Allen Rivera’s back—the door was already closed and locked.

Allen Rivera saw the confusion on her face and explained, "Tonight, Ray Cooper and Lucas Tucker are staying at the traveler’s hostel."

Jane McCain suddenly understood.

The standard double room exuding dampness and mustiness, with seemingly dodgy and boorish neighbors on either side.

Hopefully, they wouldn’t mind...

"Is it reimbursed by the higher-ups?" Jane McCain asked.

Allen Rivera loosened his collar, took off his coat, and said faintly, "I’ll reimburse them."

Jane McCain smiled with her lips sealed, "So I sleep in your bed?"

"Yes." He sat by the side of Lucas Tucker’s bed, lifted the blanket with a frown, looking a bit disdainful, a bit helpless, finally lying down neatly without undressing, like a germaphobe facing the harsh reality in passive resistance.

And Jane McCain happily took off her outerwear, kicked off her shoes, and slipped into Allen Rivera’s original bed.

The bed was still the dormitory’s standard issue, only because Allen Rivera had lain on it, for Jane McCain, it was as if it had been invisibly sterilized, feeling exceptionally comfortable to sleep on.

She curled up into a ball, with only her head sticking out of the blanket, and couldn’t help laughing at the well-dressed man’s appearance on the neighboring bed.

"Hurry and sleep." Allen Rivera sighed helplessly with his eyes closed, "If you don’t sleep, daylight will come soon."

Jane McCain, however, was too excited, how could she fall asleep?

She rolled back and forth on the bed, twisting and turning, making the bed creak noisily.

In the still of the night, the sound was particularly jarring, challenging the nerves.

Allen Rivera couldn’t bear it anymore, silently got up, and enveloped her and the quilt together in his arms... she finally quieted down.

After a while, Jane McCain twisted and turned in his arms, softly calling his name.

"Allen."

"Hmm?"

"Did you hear any noise?"