Jeanne was stunned for a mont, didn't understand.
"Contact thod… phone number is fine too." Aiden suddenly rembered this was the 21st century, even though it was still the early part, smartphones would be widely popularized in a few more years.
"Oh!" Jeanne reacted, hurriedly took out from her bag a… classic button phone… of course, that was from Aiden's perspective.
Then Jeanne entered the number on the business card, dialed it, and imdiately hung up.
"Aiden, I have to find a way to get you a European universal SIM card." Jeanne put away the phone, then said.
Aiden shrugged, "I don't have a green card, only a temporary visa."
Many of the identities given to him by the system were temporary, living here was fine, but getting a card was still a bit of a problem.
"I can help you get a permanent visa." Hearing the two's conversation, Enzo spoke. He was an intelligence dealer, knew many people, including so capable officials.
"Then thanks a lot." Aiden said to him, but he wasn't very concerned about a permanent visa, after all he wouldn't stay here long-term, and in the future would only have one nationality.
Enzo shook his head, "This is nothing, after all you saved my family… Right, you two, any interest in having a al together, as a way to express my gratitude?"
"No need oh, we're going ho to eat." Jeanne held Aiden's arm, imdiately rejected Enzo's invitation.
Seeing Jeanne's action, Enzo revealed an expression of realization, nodded, "Since that's the case, then we…"
But Aiden opened his mouth and interrupted him, "Having a al isn't impossible either, just right, I have sothing to ask you."
Of course, he couldn't directly ask about Bayonetta and the Hell Bar. He planned to reveal a bit of his intention to this intelligence dealer in front of him, for example that he wanted to take on so demon-exterminating jobs and the like.
This way, after getting familiar, he could find the location of the Hell Bar through Enzo, and also get connected with Bayonetta.
Jeanne of course didn't know what Aiden was thinking. Originally today's nice date was ruined by this incident, so she was a bit gloomy, thus planned that after going ho, she'd make a few exquisite French dishes, have a candlelight dinner with Aiden, then explore the process of making babies, to give today's not-so-perfect date a good ending.
But hearing Aiden agree to Enzo's invitation made her even gloomier, and her gaze toward Enzo also beca a bit unpleasant.
A witch's gaze was extrely terrifying. Enzo was so stared at that cold sweat burst all over his body, so he hurriedly said, "Ah, um, suddenly rembered, my family has never experienced this kind of thing, tonight I still have to go comfort their emotions, so… this… uh, mister, how about I contact you next ti?"
"No problem." Aiden wasn't disappointed either.
Although he knew Enzo changed his mind under Jeanne's pressure, thinking it over, Enzo's family indeed needed comfort, especially those two children. At such a young age, they might develop psychological issues.
"Right, no need to call mister, just call Aiden. Mm, and her, Jeanne." Aiden rembered he hadn't introduced himself, so added a sentence.
"Alright, Mr. Aiden." Enzo gratefully gave Aiden a hat-off salute, then placed the hat over his chest, and slightly bowed to Jeanne, "Then we'll take our leave, Miss Jeanne."
"Take care oh!" Jeanne happily waved at him.
"Take care, take care!" Enzo wiped sweat from his forehead, then directly sat into the driver's seat. The driver had run off, so he could only drive himself.
After watching the taxi leave, Aiden looked at Jeanne, who was holding his arm, and lightly sighed.
"Let's go ho!"
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By the ti they got ho, it was already past 8 PM.
And as soon as the door opened, Miss Witch kicked off her high heels without any regard for image, stepping on white over-knee socks that matched her white dress, carrying the groceries bought from the supermarket, charged into the kitchen… well, an open kitchen didn't really need to be "charged into," but she did indeed run all the way there.
"Aiden, wait a mont oh." Jeanne took the vegetables from the paper bag and placed them on the kitchen counter, saying to Aiden who was lowering his head to change shoes.
"Okay!" Aiden simply replied, then took out two pairs of slippers from the bag, one white, one black. The white pair was Jeanne's, the black pair was his.
After putting on his black slippers, Aiden looked at Jeanne, then walked to the kitchen with the white slippers, placed them by Jeanne's feet, and said to her, "Here, put on your shoes."
Jeanne was busy preparing vegetables, upon hearing smiled cheerfully, "You help put them on."
Aiden glanced at her, "These aren't high heels, just lift your foot a bit."
But Jeanne directly lifted one leg, and her body's flexibility was amazingly good. So with that one move, her foot was right in front of Aiden.
Honestly, although Jeanne had been wearing high heels running around all day, there wasn't the slightest odor on her feet, instead they gave off a faint enchanting fragrance…
Well, Aiden didn't have a foot fetish or any special hobbies, but he did sll a fragrance, and Miss Witch's posture was a bit… ambiguous.
Because she was wearing a dress, when she lifted one leg, the dress naturally slid up to her waist and hips. So naturally, the view under the dress was completely exposed to Aiden.
'White lace-trimd…' Aiden looked without expression, thinking in his heart.
But seeing Miss Witch's face with an expression that said "if you don't put them on for , I won't put my foot down," Aiden still slowly squatted down, picked up the slippers, then stood up and helped her put on the corresponding slipper.
"The other foot."
Seeing Jeanne suddenly fall into thought, Aiden reminded her.
Jeanne imdiately ca to her senses, tossed aside the vegetables in her hands, lightly turned around to face Aiden, then lifted the other leg.
However, just as Aiden was about to hold her foot to put on the slipper, Miss Witch's body suddenly leaned forward, and that long leg directly pressed against his shoulder, making him take a step back involuntarily.
Behind the kitchen table was a row of cabinets. Most of these wooden cabinets stored various tableware, and beside them was a small wine cabinet, with several bottles of unknown-brand red wine.
So when Jeanne pressed on him like that, Aiden crashed into the cabinet, which let out a clattering noise.
Aiden was startled, quickly turned to look, afraid that the crash had knocked over the dishes or wine. After seeing everything was intact, he let out a breath of relief, then turned back to look at Jeanne.
And at that look, he saw Jeanne's flawless, beautiful face was already right in front of him… Without high heels, Jeanne was only a few centiters shorter than him. Moreover, her foot on the ground was tiptoed now.
In such a situation, Aiden thought of a short video he'd seen before.
"Is this being wall-slamd? A witch's thinking is so ahead of the tis?"
But the thought was quickly interrupted by the witch's seductive lips gradually approaching…
A few minutes later, Miss Witch resud preparing vegetables.
Aiden stood at the side, arms crossed, then raised a hand to touch his bitten lip, the teeth marks hadn't faded yet.
He imdiately complained, "If you wanted to kiss, just say so. Why play a sneak attack? If my body wasn't strong enough, with that sudden bite just now, my mouth would've needed at least seven or eight stitches."
"How would I know your first reaction would be to dodge?" Jeanne licked her lips, which also had a row of teeth marks.
Although her sneak attack finally succeeded, due to the awkward posture and Aiden's reflex to dodge, the beginning wasn't smooth, their teeth bumped against each other's lips, leaving the marks.
"Because that's a natural reflex. Who would expect you to suddenly kiss in that pose? Don't you think it was awkward?" Aiden continued complaining.
But at the sa ti, he was sighing inside, the witch's body flexibility was truly amazing!
"You don't like that posture? I actually think it was quite nice, because you couldn't escape at all." Miss Witch thought of Aiden's flustered expression during the kiss, couldn't help but smirk, then because her lips hurt, sucked in a breath.
'That posture was great, but maybe shouldn't be used next ti…' She thought.
Speaking of which, although Miss Witch was temporarily settled in Country D, she had traveled all over Europe and knew the customs and cuisine of various regions. After all, with five hundred years of life, even a pig should've learned how to bake bread.
Although she was usually a bit casual, today she was very earnest in preparing the dinner. So, after more than half an hour, a relatively rich dinner was ready.
While Aiden helped set the table, Miss Witch walked to the wine cabinet, found a bottle of nearly century-old white wine, one she had impulsively bought long ago when passing through a vineyard in Country F.
Ordinary wine can be stored for ten or so years at most, but for a witch with extraordinary powers, one magic spell could solve everything.
Now, holding the wine bottle, Miss Witch looked back at Aiden who was still plating food. After thinking, she walked into her room, rummaged through boxes, and found a packet of magic potion to pour a bit in.
Then she frowned slightly, 'Seems too little… Our physical constitution is so strong…'
So, she poured in the entire packet, sothing she had once accidentally obtained from a succubus, supposedly used as an aphrodisiac.
Shaking the wine bottle, waiting for the potion to fully dissolve, she then returned to the dining room holding the bottle.
By now, Aiden had finished setting the table.
Jeanne poured so white wine for herself and Aiden, then lit the candles. After Aiden sat down, she snapped her fingers lightly.
All around the room, black circles appeared. From within the circles, small black hands reached out and turned off all the lights in the room.
"Don't rush to eat, drink a little first."
By the flickering candlelight, Jeanne raised her glass toward Aiden from across the table.
Aiden had no choice but to put down the knife and fork he had just picked up, raised the glass and clinked with Jeanne. But as soon as he took a sip, he felt sothing was off.
Yet seeing Jeanne down her whole glass in one gulp, he also took a big sip.
Then… he saw Jeanne's silver-gray eyes instantly lose all light, and she dozed off onto the table just like that.
"You… drugged yourself?"
Seeing Jeanne like that, Aiden slled the remaining liquid in the glass, feeling the discomfort in his body, then sighed heavily, set the glass aside, and looked at her with so frustration.
Then he walked over and carried Jeanne to her room.
Miss Silver-Haired Witch slept very deeply. Even when Aiden took off her dress and socks, she didn't stir at all.
Seeing this, Aiden was even more helpless. He had no idea what Jeanne actually wanted, even if she drugged him to try sothing, judging from now, it probably wouldn't have much effect.
Unable to figure it out, Aiden sighed again, covered Jeanne with the blanket, then returned to the dining room.
Though the potion in the wine had so effect on him, he hadn't drunk as much as Jeanne, so he could still barely stay awake.
He returned to the dining room to finish the al. It was already past 9 PM, and he was long hungry.
Like wind sweeping through fallen leaves, he devoured all the food on his plate. Wiping his mouth, he couldn't help but admit Jeanne's cooking was pretty good.
The veal steak was seared perfectly, crisp outside, tender inside. The only pity was, the wine ant to accompany the al had been drugged. Otherwise, it would've been perfect.
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