Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 156 - 156: Are you happy here?

Zane gripped the chair tightly and opened his mouth obediently as the dentist switched on the examination light.

She adjusted the beam, inserted the cheek retractors with practiced ease, and exposed his teeth for examination.

Zane felt uncomfortable, some slight pain from her probing; Cyra closed her eyes to calm her emotions, seeing the woman's hand touching his skin.

The light switched off, "It's a bit rusted, but nothing serious. He just needs a thorough cleaning and to cut down on excess sugar intake." The dentist said to Cyra respectfully and calmly, as she prepared for his treatment.

Zane let out a sigh of relief upon hearing there would be no tooth extractions. Cyra nodded silently, staying nearby as he underwent the treatment.

After thirty minutes, Zane walked out of the treatment room, pale but relieved. The swelling had gone down, and he no longer clutched his cheek in pain.

They were given medical toothpaste and some other things for his teeth when they left the hospital; Cyra didn't know the whole island had heard about her visit here today.

Some people regretted not seeing the mysterious island owners; others would see them talking about their top-notch appearance on the island socials Nexus.

Cyra didn't drive back to the mansion quickly but slowly as they watched the light shining through the trees; in the car, there was a comfortable silence as they passed by trees.

"Are you happy here?" Cyra played with Zane's hair and asked lazily, but her gaze was serious.

Zane paused, lost in thought. He remembered a time when he fought endlessly against beasts, watching his friends fall, leaving him all alone.

He was always looking for ways to end his miserable existence before she dropped into his life, a smile stretched on his lips, when reminiscing on memories of their first meeting, how she woke up and stared at him with perverted intentions, complaining about the food or telling him about the movies she watched.

He felt these memories were long ago but still fresh and stamped in his heart, of when they hunt and train together.

"Hmm…happy." He muttered with a peaceful smile on his lips; in his heart, wherever she was, he was happy, and he would destroy everything that wanted to take away his happiness.

Cyra's heart finally eased as she kissed his forehead and pulled him into a gentle embrace. The depth of her possessiveness frightened her—no one could take Zane from her. He was the one thing keeping her sane in this world.

She took in deep breaths of his scent, and her mind regained its calm; her hands caressed his chin softly and looked outside the window.

But her eyes were not seeing the view; they stared blankly; memories warped her mind, making her sometimes not know what was real or not.

Zane's body warmth brought her back to the present; the car stopped in front of the mansion.

Getting down, Cyra yawned and went into her room. Zane left, seeing she was feeling sleepy and it was still morning, not the time for her to be awake. He was already used to her night-day and morning-night routine.

Cyra pulled off her clothes and laid on the soft bed, she went into deep sleep with all her memories frozen in the dark corners of her mind.

Zane sipped porridge for breakfast, avoiding solid food due to the lingering pain. After finishing, he accessed his bracelet and ordered painting supplies to practice with before his wife arranged for a teacher.

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Meanwhile, Mira reviewed the island's crop yield and the rising number of merchants arriving on its shores.

Her thoughts turned to tax rates and strategies to boost the economy. She catalogued the island's unique offerings: rare exotic fruits and abundant seafood, both valuable commodities for trade with mainland cities.

She noted it down; she calculated the possible cost of transportation and available market and how much the island could produce.

Mira worked for hours, drafting a report to propose increased funding for new ventures. Her back ached from sitting too long, but the task was important—she was determined to boost the island's economy and gain Cyra's trust.

Stretching her bones, she opened the door of her office wanting to get a little fresh air. Her mind was occupied with thoughts as she walked,

"Crash! Bang." Mira bumped into someone, sending a plate of pastries tumbling to the floor. The young man winced, clutching his shoulder, and shot her a reproachful glare.

"Sorry…" Mira knew she was wrong for walking without paying attention to her surroundings. She stared at the crushed pastries, now covered in dust, guilt washing over her.

She recognized the young man as one of the new staff members from yesterday.

"I'm so sorry." Mira apologized sincerely, Louis's anger calmed a lit

tle; he nodded and felt distressed about the wasted food.

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