Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 181 - 181: she almost kissed him in sheer joy.

On the second day of Soul Day, the island owner stipulated that foodstuffs would be given for free with a voucher of two times.

The staffs and their family members were happy, they quickly rushed to the supermarket. Long queues formed as they scanned their vouchers and picked out food with satisfied smiles.

In the staff quarters resting room, typing noises could be heard. Kyle's shadowed eyes were fixed on the screen as his fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, verifying the vouchers and ensuring there was no foul play.

He has been on his feet since Cyra spontaneously decided to be generous.

He rubbed between his brows, adjusting the glasses, and he sipped on the black coffee that filled his cup; he had not had a wink of sleep; did his boss forget he was a human being and not a robot?

Maybe he should suggest buying one of those to take some of the workload off him.

"Mira, I sent you the budget for stocking up on the supermarket goods. It's time to harvest our grain, make sure to buy the machines needed and calculate…" Kyle gave his orders to Mira, who, like him, had a black shadow under her eyes. She yawned, and her stomach grumbled from hunger; it was evening, and she had nothing to eat since.

She nodded and typed on her hologram keyboards. With heavy eyes, she added the missing items to the list but was interrupted by a knock.

Looking up, she saw Louis walk in with a plate full of muffins—she almost kissed him in sheer joy.

Louis felt goosebumps by her gaze, he noticed them working since morning and wanted to give them some refreshment.

He quickly dropped the plate on the table for them and watched Mira quickly pick one and eat it whole; her mouth bulged as she chewed, with her eyes squinted with joy.

Kyle nodded in thanks, picking one up and eating quickly, yet still maintaining his usual elegance. The muffins disappeared in no time.

They turned and faced Louis, who sat across from them. Feeling their intense stares, he glanced up, then down at their empty plates.

Realizing just how much hungry they were, he left his seat and headed to the mansion with the plate.

In the kitchen, he opened a jar of cookies, intending to serve a few. But remembering their hungry looks, he grabbed the entire jar and some bottles of soft drinks instead.

Placing it on the table, he watched as they ate it with relish and speed, emptying a whole jar filled with cookies.

Kyle wiped his mouth clean and refocused on his tasks of the day. The faster he finished, the sooner he could finally sleep.

……..

Micheal woke up in a woman's embrace, his eyes widening in panic as he noticed the unmistakable traces of their night together on his body.

He checked under his hands and found the red dot had vanished; his eyes were filled with regret; what was he going to do now? What woman would accept him as a legitimate husband now that he had lost his virginity?

His panic continued to rise, but he suppressed his voice, so as not to wake the woman. He looked at the average-looking woman and felt disgusted; if she was someone distinguished, he would have made her responsible for him.

There was no way in hell he would marry a nobody. A dark thought of eliminating her flickered in his mind, but he quickly dismissed it.

But it won't work his mark was gone, and his glands slit was broken; his secret would be laid bare immediately.

Wait! He recalled a surgery that could restore his virginity, making him as good as new.

Thank Goddess, he's friends with aristocrat sons; when they gossip and share their dirty secrets, he listens.

His mind calmed down, and he slipped away from the room, frowning in pain, feeling all his muscles aching from sharp pains.

He endured It and put on his clothes, making sure to cover the hickeys and tried hard to walk normally.

Noticing the darkened sky, he checked the time—7 p.m. He prayed his father wouldn't realize his absence throughout the day.

His pace quickened as he walked along the paved path, his mind racing for a way to return to the mansion unnoticed by his father or those three men.

Luckily, he spotted a car heading toward the mansion. He raised a hand to stop it, and the vehicle slowed to a halt.

The driver, a woman, rolled down her window, recognizing him as Master Zane's teacher's son. Without hesitation, she let him in, and they drove back in silence.