I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!
Chapter 1082: Will you marry me?

Chapter 1082: Will you marry me?

Elliot would glance at Hera every once in a while. Some time ago, never in his wild imagination had he ever imagined staying in the same room as her in this type of setting. It never crossed him. He might see her again, talk business with her, but not like this!

This was not a meeting. It was more like he was a kid needing to cram for the most important exam in his life. And his mother was here to make sure of that.

"This history book..." Elliot cleared his throat, pretending to keep his attention on the book he was reading. "What’s the use of me reading an Asian history? I don’t think it has something to do with the triads. In any case, I think I already know enough about the felons I’m catching more than you assume I do."

"I know."

Elliot looked up at her. "And this medical book. Is it much more important than the handful of profiles you handed me?"

"No."

"Then why are you frying my brain with all this unnecessary information?"

"My kid likes it," she responded nonchalantly. "You might find it interesting as well, and probably pull some strings in facilities where I can take him on his next field trip."

"You have a kid?" Elliot furrowed his brows, shocked. "You? Where? I mean, how? Did you get pregnant before you fell into a coma?"

Hera drew her head back a little, eyes falling on him. "He also likes world history, and a little bit of technology. He wants to learn to clone and make a breakthrough in that said subject."

"Hah! You’re kidding." He scoffed, assuming she was simply talking nonsense. Or maybe she wasn’t lying. It was just that this son she was talking about was actually nonexistent. "You are making me read all of this instead of studying the profiles all because of your imaginary kid?"

"He’s not imaginary."

"Then where is he?"

"In my heart."

"..." Elliot threw his hands in surrender, tossing the book away to get the documents. "Three days! I haven’t slept a wink for three days, studying all these books because you said they were important! Hera Cruel, you are impossible."

They were important, at least, to her.

"Correction. Three days you’re stuck with the most beautiful creature you could ever be your entire life," she corrected nonchalantly, rendering him speechless. "You’re blessed!"

"God!" Elliot winced, thinking about the wasted three days.

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"Don’t worry. Wasting our time is all we need to do right now," she reassured as if she could read his mind. "I’m sure Tiger already told you what he did. Right now, the person or the people who ordered your own men to put a bullet in your head believed you were dead."

Hera sported a confident and knowing expression. "We have time."

Elliot scoffed once more but didn’t retort at her remarks. What happened back in the port was something Elliot didn’t see coming. But Hera did. Hence, when Ram was shot, Tiger was already on the move. The containers were a gift from the Reapers, but they were also a diversion.

While Primo was throwing those containers as if they were nothing a small box anyone could toss around, Tiger and a few Reapers used it to find the exact coordinates of the Interpol. Specifically, the sniper squad. Hence, after they fired at Ram, a gunfight didn’t ensue as expected.

From what Elliot heard, Tiger took down a few members of the Sniper Squad while keeping the rest alive. They pressured those who were kept alive, telling them to report back to the General Assembly and confirm Elliot’s death. To make sure these hostages wouldn’t start talking, some Reapers disguised themselves and stole the identities of the deceased members of the said elite squad.

The General Assembly wouldn’t know about those unfamiliar faces. After all, everyone worked under Elliot while Elliot worked under them. In other words, Elliot was basically dead to other people’s knowledge.

"I heard from my men that your funeral will take place in another two days," said Hera. "So you got two days to memorize those profiles."

"Two days? Why do I need to memorize them?"

"Did you think I’d let you take home my things?"

"What?"

"My husband memorized the list in one and a half day." She stressed. "If he can, you should too. I mean, on top of memorizing a file he might not need in the future, he is also slaving away in the corporate world."

Hera smiled playfully. "I’m sure you’re better than him. You’re the president of the Interpol!"

"This is why you’re not married," Elliot shook his head, blurting out a remark he never thought he would ever dare tell anyone. However, he didn’t realize that until he uttered his next sentiments. "Men won’t be able to beat your imaginary husband."

Elliot bit his tongue as his eyes went wide. Slowly, a look of horror reigned on his face as he realized what he said. He looked up at her, only to see her raising a brow.

"He’s not imaginary," she said, cupping her face. "But I guess he does sound extraordinary to a normie like you. I mean..."

Hera trailed off as she lowered her eyes. "... making Hera Cruel fall so hard is amazing, I think? Many tried, and all of them failed. But he — he didn’t even have to try. I’d jumped him just because he’s breathing. Maybe, even if he is not? Gosh. I miss him."

The lines between Elliot’s brows deepened as his right brow arched higher. He studied Hera while she was daydreaming, noticing the strange longing and affection in her eyes. Two emotions that no one would expect to see in someone like her.

"Are you... serious?" Elliot wondered, snapping her back from her trance. "You have a husband?"

"We’re not really married, but yeah, he’s my husband."

Elliot’s face twitched, almost smelling another crime here. "An unrequited love?"

"No. It was true love."

"Whatever you think true love is, Miss Cruel, I hope abduction is not in the options. Or torture before the "I do." Elliot smiled, being serious with his advice.

"Are you married, Elliot Dunkel?"

"What?"

"From what I know, you aren’t." Hera shrugged. "I guess being the president of the Interpol does have its downsides. Women get scared at this chosen career."

"Marriage is something I didn’t —"

"Will you marry me?"

Elliot froze in horror, looking at her as if he had seen a ghost. "That... husband you’re talking about. It’s not... me, right?"

"Come on. You complain about just having two days to memorize those files." Hera mocked. "Don’t dream, Elliot Dunkell. But I’m still sorry for breaking your heart."

"I see." Elliot heaved a sigh of relief, but the question lingered in his mind. "Then why were you asking my hand for marriage?"

For some reason, he felt a lot more feminine upon wording it that way. His face slowly turned red in embarrassment while Hera, on the other hand, couldn’t care less.

"I just thought if we’re married, it’s easier to have access to Interpol’s funds," she explained as if that was something she should recklessly share with him. "I heard you received quite the donation not long ago and somehow, my vault is empty. I need money."

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