How to Stop the Villain from Going Crazy
Translator: Fuyu
Chapter 71 - She was only sure of one thing; she liked the feeling of approaching danger (2)
Bo Li turned around, led them into the pub, asked them to sign waivers of liability, and told them what to pay attention to when going through the show.
During this process, Mitte stared into her eyes. He was extremely confident about his appearance. As long as she got a good look at him, he was sure that she would be at his mercy. Any woman that saw him would fall for him.
She seemed to have guessed his thoughts. She never looked at them directly.
"Gentlemen, please draw your cards. They'll be your character cards for the show."
Mitte chose one at random. When he flipped it over, he saw that it was Marbella's character card.
Wright whispered, "The police said there's something wrong with this character card… Do you want to change it?"
Bo Li batted her eyelashes. "We generally don't offer a card-changing service. You get what you draw, but if Mr Mitte is on the more timid side and is easily frightened, it can be changed…"
Mitte furrowed his brow, shot Wright a displeased look, and coldly said, "If you want to change your card, go ahead. Don't involve me."
Davis tugged Wright's sleeve and whispered into his ear, "Don't bother looking for trouble. He's interested in Clermont."
Wright was shocked. He lowered his voice, "Didn't he say that Clermont… is worse than a prostitute?" That latter part was barely audible.
Davis disdained Wright's slowness and was disappointed by him. "He regretted those words once he saw Clermont. Don't say anymore. If you annoy Mitte, he can make your life miserable."
Mitte didn't notice Davis and Wright's conversation. He was irritated that he couldn't figure out how to attract Clermont's attention and even more irritated that there were other people around. Otherwise, he could pinch Clermont's chin and force her to look at him.
They had to pass through a secret passage to enter the show.
Mitte finally had his opportunity. He walked to Clermont and asked in a low voice, "Miss Clermont, if I'm lucky enough to pass the test, can I invite you to dinner?"
It was only then that Bo Li noticed the strangeness in Mitte's behavior. He never looked away from her and kept touching his nose. If it was anyone else, she would have thought he wanted to strike up a conversation with her.
She had thought he was holding back from hitting her since most of the harsh criticism in the newspaper was written by him.
"Isn't it too early to talk about this?" Bo Li pretended to innocently look at him. "You haven't even started the test."
Mitte came even closer to her. His breath almost touched her face. "I just want a promise."
He probably rinsed his mouth with scented mouthwash. His breath carried an elegant fragrance.
And yet, she truly felt disgusted.
A thought flashed through her mind. If Erik was the one invading her personal space, would she feel disgusted? Not at all.
She would even find it exciting and want him to get closer and closer. She wanted his breath and muscles to press down on her.
She hadn't been able to figure out whether that throbbing feeling she felt when facing Erik was fear or attraction. Or perhaps… both?
Who could tell the boundaries of love?
She wasn't against dating. If they suited each other, then great. If they didn't, then don't force it.
If Erik liked her, she wouldn't mind dating him. Did Erik like her though?
This was the world of The Phantom of the Opera, and Erik was the male protagonist. Whether it was the original work or the horror movie version, he would fall in love with Christine and go on a killing spree in his pursuit of her.
Bo Li didn't have an inferiority complex. She knew that she had some artistic talent, but compared to Erik's talents, her talent was nothing.
He was a character in a fictional story. No one can surpass a fictional character's intelligence and talents.
Her singing was mediocre. It wasn't even as good as the soprano that he ridiculed.
Under these circumstances, would he really like her?
When he looked at her, his gaze was sometimes frighteningly cold, and sometimes as if he was suppressing a restless emotion. She couldn't tell if that emotion was anger that could erupt at any time or a dark desire.
She couldn't read minds. She couldn't tell for sure what his gaze meant. Did he want to hug her or strangle her?
Her thoughts had wandered away for too long. Mitte had been watching her face. He thought his move had finally caused her emotions to fluctuate, so he asked again, "Miss Clermont, you haven't answered my question yet."
Bo Li looked up at Mitte.
She didn't like this man. He was hypocritical and conceited. Even though he clearly had a wife, he was still flirting with her.
Moreover, she hadn't forgotten how he had insulted her character in the newspaper. And yet, if she smiled at him and agreed to his request, would Erik show a reaction?
Bo Li tilted her head and looked at Mitte.
The lighting was dim, and her light brown eyes were almost black. Her eyes were even more alluring.
"Of course, as long as you can pass the test."
As soon as she said those words, she felt a cold gaze cast towards her.
That gaze was so direct, so intense. It almost pinned her to the spot.
It reminded her of their first meeting when he tapped the dagger on her teeth.
Bo Li had goosebumps all over her body and felt a tingling chill from head to toe, but soon, she felt the rush of familiar feelings: her heartbeat raced, her cheeks burned, and her breathing quickened.
Even now, Bo Li wasn't sure if she liked Erik or if Erik liked her.
She was only sure of one thing; she liked the feeling of approaching danger.