Chapter 133: The Shadow of the Pistol

When Irene returned, Marta was already gone. Puzzled, Irene asked, “Where’s Marta?” Stefan was leisurely sitting on a chair, saying, “She went home.” Irene raised an eyebrow. Did she go home herself, or did you send her back? Stefan pretended not to understand her look, gently pulling her into his arms, and asked, “Is he really just a friend?” That embrace was fragrant. I don’t know what cologne Stefan used, but his shirt was filled with the scent of woods and herbs. The quality of his clothes was superb, and the fabric felt particularly smooth. Irene was a bit captivated and couldn’t help but chuckle when she heard his question. Stefan had thought long and hard before asking this. Irene might appear lazy and uninterested in everything, but in reality, she had a strong sense of territoriality. Even if she helped someone out of kindness, she might not even bother to remember their name later. And the man earlier was indeed someone she allowed into her personal space and socia