?<strong>Chapter 734:</strong>


    “What’s this, Alice? You’re not scared of me anymore?”


    Allison, as if she’d just been reminded, straightened up and changed her tone. “Of course, I’m still scared of you… Mr. Shaw.”


    Verruckt gave her a quick, indifferent nce.


    “You say you’re afraid, but you patched up that wound, saved my life, and even made it out of that deadly container alive.” Verruckt looked down at Alice, his red eyes watching her closely. She looked both nervous and strangely calm at the same time. “Being alive is a blessing.”


    Allison nodded, her smile appearing for the first time that night. “You’re right. Being alive is the greatest gift. Nothing else matters as much.”


    Her smile was like a burst of spring, offering a hint of warmth and vitality in the otherwise cold, decaying factory.


    Verruckt’s eyes stayed locked on Alice’s face. When she smiled, her brows lifted, and her longshes still held the hint of tears. Her cheeks were slightly pink, and her smile shone brighter than the sun itself.


    For a brief moment, he felt an urge to possess her.


    Verruckt, his face unreadable, spoke tly. “Alice, don’t ever give me that smile again.”


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    “Alright.” Allison quickly hid her smile. She was confused, but not really surprised. After all, the rumors about Verruckt painted him as unpredictable, a loose cannon with a temper.


    As the icy wind blew through, the temperature in the abandoned factory dropped even more.


    Verruckt’s voice was rough. “Go behind the pir.”


    “Why?” Allison asked, confused, though she wasn’t eager to stay close to him.


    “It’s tighter there.” Verruckt nced at her briefly. “And it’ll keep you from running off.”


    Allison didn’t argue. She knew he was being cautious. At least, being behind the pir, she didn’t feel as cold.


    The deserted factory grew still again.


    Before long, the sound of fast footsteps echoed from outside. Allison started to get up to check, but Verruckt’s gaze darkened, and he ordered, “Stay where you are.”


    Allison froze, her finger pointing toward the noise. “It sounds like someone’sing.”


    “I know,” Verruckt answered tly. “But they might not be on our side.”


    Just as he finished speaking, the door to the factory creaked open. Luckily, it was Jareth who burst in.


    “Mr. Shaw!”


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