Chapter: 535

"You're awake?" he inquired. "This is hell."

Alicia was taken aback. She stared at him incredulously. "We're dead?"

"Yeah," Caden answered casually, his demeanor more like that of a handsome yet merciless ruler of the underworld than a mere ghost.

Alicia wasn't fearful of death. After all, they were already deceased.

There was no returning from that.

She just hadn't anticipated that hell would be so unlike her expectations.

Her thoughts were utterly chaotic, and she continued to stare at Caden as if spellbound.

"When do we get reincarnated?" she asked.

Caden's face remained impassive. "If you choose to reincarnate, you won't remember a thing. Are you certain that's what you want?"

Alicia's gaze dimmed.

She said, “There's nothing in this life worth holding onto anyway. Preserving my memories seems pointless..."

"Really? Are you prepared to forget about me?"

Alicia's eyes flickered.

She experienced a brief moment of bashfulness.

But since they were purportedly dead, she felt there was no need for timidity. With newfound boldness, she met his gaze. "No."

There was a subtle shift in Caden's expression, though Alicia didn't catch it.

“What about me are you unwilling to forget?" he asked.

Alicia was so drained she could barely muster her thoughts. She simply said what came to her, "Because you've been kind to me."

"And?"

"And... I like you," she whispered softly.

Caden hesitated for a moment.

He then asked, “How much do you like me?"

"A lot. You're handsome, fit, and exceptionally skilled in bed."

Alicia couldn't hold back her words. "I love having sex with you. It makes me feel incredible. I love being in your arms. I love the way you fuck me, the way you look at me and kiss me."

At the use of such straightforward language, Caden arched an eyebrow.

He reached out and touched her forehead, checking if she was still hot.

Clearly, she wouldn't speak so freely unless she was feverish.

Alicia grasped his hand.

She felt slightly more clear-headed now, forcing her eyes open to see everything more clearly.

Noticing the bandage on his head, she asked in a bewildered tone, "Aren't there healers in hell? Why are you still injured?"