The Supreme War God Has Returned!

Chapter 018 – An Awkward Moment In The Hotel Room

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Still seated on the edge of the bed, Zach had no idea how to react for the first time in years. So, he simply watched Angela.

He had expected confusion and maybe even tears, after all, she had just lost her first time in a moment of drunkenness.

But this… ‘Pervert?’

He was the Supreme War God of Country Aran, yet here he was, reduced to a common criminal with a single word.

Not waiting for him to speak, however, Angela glared at Zach as though he was the filthiest, most contaminating thing she had ever laid eyes on, her eyes burning with disgust and pure hostility.

“Pervert! How did you get into my room?!” she roared again… this time, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.

She shot daggers at Zach as though she was only seconds away from either screaming for help or lunging at him.

But then suddenly… as though both of them had just realized something, they paused, the air itself seemingly locked in place.

In the next second, Angela shivered slightly, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her anger stalling mid-breath.

Then, slowly and trembling, she lowered her gaze, only to witness a sight that made her body jolt sharply… a sight she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Almost immediately, her breath hitched, her lungs seemingly forgotten how to work.

All trace of color drained from her face so fast that it was terrifying, her skin turning deathly pale as goosebumps erupted across her arms and shoulders.

“This… this… how?” she stammered, her voice unraveling. “How… how… how was I naked?”

The words barely made sense as they left her mouth.

Instinctively, she raised her head, and what she saw… it shattered whatever composure she had left.

Zach was currently staring at her.

Yes, his face remained completely unreadable, yet the intensity of his gaze made Angela feel dissected.

His gaze was steadily and unflinchingly fixed on her, sending a prickling sensation across her scalp.

Strangely enough, Angela felt not even the slightest flicker of revulsion or rage.

If anything, she felt… appreciated, a realization that made her falter internally for a brief moment.

Then, finally, she snapped back to her senses, and every hair on her body stood on end as humiliation and embarrassment crashed into her chest all at once.

Without even realizing it, her trembling intensified, her knees nearly giving out beneath her.

“You… you…” she tried to speak, but her voice cracked instead, her pale complexion somehow turning even whiter.

Then, with a sharp gasp, she lunged for the duvet, yanking it off the bed and wrapping herself in it like a lifeline.

The fabric clutched tight around her trembling form as she glared at Zach, her eyes blazing with such lethal fury that if only looks could kill, he would have died a thousand gruesome deaths already.

“You… you creep!” she shrieked, stabbing a violently shaking finger at him. Her entire body shook violently like an engine on the verge of explosion. “How dare you?! How dare you look?!”

Her accusation slammed into him.

Finally, Zach blinked and turned away, a flicker of rare awkwardness flashing in his eyes.