Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 297  Market [1]

"Aimar."

"What?"

"Question."

"Ask."

I turned, leaning against the edge of the table, arms crossed as I sized Aimar up.

He was dressed sharply in a waiter's uniform—white sleeves rolled neatly under a black waistcoat, his usual annoyed look in place.

"If you woke up," I began, watching him, "completely oiled up on top of a mountain, with a black eye and... uh... a sharp stinging pain in the backdoor, would you tell anyone?"

His head jerked up in disbelief. "What type of questio—."

"Yes or no. Bitch."

"No. Fucker."

"Really?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Wanna go mountain hiking?"

"Hahahaha."

Elijah, standing beside me, let out a heartfelt laughter. He wore the same clothing as Aimar.

"Why the hell are you laughing?" I turned my gaze on him, head tilted. "You're coming with us."

Elijah's laughter died instantly.

"Uh... I should really—"

"Where are you going?" I grabbed his wrist, grinning like a maniac. "Want some candy, little boy?"

"Aimar, help!" He yelled, trying his best to get away from my grip.

"Huhuhu, no one is going to save you from me." I let out an eerie laughter, tightening my hold as Elijah's face contorted into genuine worry.

"A-Aimar." He stammered, but the boy he was asking for help wasn't even listening to him. "Help me, he is serious!"

"Can you stop being a dick?" Aimar growled, slamming his hand on the table. "I'm trying to work here."

"What work?" I scoffed, finally releasing Elijah, who stumbled away like a frightened rabbit. "You're practically a gigolo."