Chapter-19 How did this weird situation come to happen? (Rewritten)

The laundry is scattered all over the place!

All sorts of sports shoes and high heels are the first to bear the brunt, followed by various suitcases, occupying most of the space in the living room. The sofa is piled with untidy clothes; there isn't a single matching pair of socks or underwear, and her silk stockings are carelessly strewn about.

Although Stephen prides himself on being adaptable to various environments, this is an entirely new experience. Nonetheless, there should be a place to sleep, right?

Felicity blushes instantly.

Still catching her breath from climbing the stairs, she quickly rushes in, effortlessly leaping over the obstacles on the floor, and swiftly tidying up the mess. Her method of cleaning is simple and rough, regardless of what she groups together.

Stephen can't bear it and decides to help.

"Sigh... Don't put your stockings there."

"Do we have any garbage bags? Get a few more."

"Do you need this? Don't just throw it away. If the living room is in such a mess, I'm afraid the bedroom won't be much better. Go and clean up the bedroom."

Stephen takes command decisively, and Felicity, in her confused state, doesn't think twice about it. She feels embarrassed and wants to clean up the house as quickly as possible. The two divide their tasks clearly, one taking the living room and the other taking the bedroom. It takes them over an hour to sort out three large bags of garbage and finally tidy up.

Sitting on the sofa, they gaze at the clean and refreshed living room, unable to hide their satisfaction as smiles spread across their faces.

Felicity can't help but comment, "Suddenly, the living room feels much bigger than before."

"That's because there's less trash in here," Stephen mocks.

Felicity offers an embarrassed excuse, "Hey, I just moved in, okay? I haven't had time to organize yet."

"Anyway, I'm hungry," Stephen turns to look at Felicity.

Ghululu~

Felicity's stomach also growls. "Should we order takeout? I know a great Asian restaurant."

"Whatever," Stephen responds indifferently, picking up the remote control and turning on the TV.

Felicity, after placing the takeout order, looks at her phone, then at Stephen watching TV, and suddenly freezes.

If I recall correctly, Stephen kidnapped her and she planned to find an opportunity to call the police. How did it end up with him helping her clean up and ordering takeout? How did this extreme situation turn into a non-violent transition?

"How long until it's delivered?" Stephen suddenly turns his head and asks.

Felicity is stunned and replies, "Half an hour."

"Then you go take a bath first, and I'll take a bath after you. By then, the takeout should be here."

"Oh," Felicity responds blankly. After hesitating for a moment, she puts her phone down and turns around to go to the bathroom. She seriously contemplates the situation from the moment Stephen hitchhiked the car until now. It seems he hasn't done anything to harm her. If he were truly a bad person, why would he work so hard to help her clean up the room? For now, she decides not to call the police. What if she simply misunderstood the situation?

The sound of water droplets fills the bathroom as Stephen attentively watches the TV to catch up on the situation in Starling City.

Two words come to his mind: extremely boring!

Not everything that's trivial or involves crime arouses his interest in the slightest. He catches a few short news reports about Gotham's situation. Bane has been killed, Gotham is free from his grasp, and he catches glimpses of himself in the scenes. He also sees Batgirl, Barbara Gordon.

After a while, Felicity emerges from the bathroom.

Perhaps accustomed to being carefree, Felicity comes to the living room wrapped in a bath towel. When she sees Stephen, who has stood up in the living room, she realizes that there is still a stranger in the house. Blushing, she hurriedly plans to go to the bedroom and put on clothes. But as soon as she turns around, she missteps and falls to the ground with a thud.

Feeling both pain and embarrassment, Felicity hurriedly arranges the bath towel to cover herself, but she sees Stephen walking past her into the bathroom without stopping.

Snapped!

The bathroom door closes, and Felicity's face turns even redder.

Ten minutes later, Stephen comes out of the shower, shirtless, and wearing boxer shorts. He dries his hair with a towel and walks over to the changed clothes, sitting down beside Felicity. Felicity immediately sits up straight, her body stiffens, and she suddenly shudders.

The doorbell rings.

Felicity gets up and rushes to open the door, then goes outside.

After paying and returning to the living room with the takeout, Felicity seems reserved, like a guest, while Stephen appears relaxed in his own home.

As the sun sets, night gradually falls.

Time passes, and it's time to rest.

Felicity sits on the edge of the bed, holding her phone. Suddenly, the bedroom door is pushed open and Stephen walks in.

"What are you doing?" Felicity asks.

"Trying to get some sleep?" Stephen responds definitively.

"Yes, but there's only one bed."

"So what? Should I sleep on the floor or something?" Stephen asks with a smile.

Felicity breathes a sigh of relief, not sensing the sarcasm in his tone. Instead, she shows concern, "Is the couch in the living room too uncomfortable to sleep on?"

"I've been restraining myself until now, but..." Stephen says solemnly.

Felicity looks at Stephen blankly, trying to understand. Restraining himself from what?

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Real Author: Marvel King

Translator: Zatch[King]Rex