Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 803 - 801: Faint Pampering, Faint Heartache (4)

Chapter 803: Chapter 801: Faint Pampering, Faint Heartache (4)

Suddenly, the hall was plunged into complete darkness.

Camila Ruiz was puzzled.

Jimmy Horne quickly returned to their spot, pulled her up, and then swiftly led her out of the hall under the cover of darkness.

As soon as they stepped out of the hall, gunfire erupted again, this time indiscriminately spraying bullets into every corner of the hall. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Camila Ruiz nearly cried out.

It was terrifying.

Jimmy Horne held her hand tightly and hid behind a large potted plant near the right side of the hall door. He somehow found a phone in the darkness and fired in the direction of the gunfire.

"Ouch!"

A cry of pain was heard, then the gunfire stopped.

Hearing the cry of pain, Jimmy Horne finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Soon after, the lights in the hall were turned back on.

"Ouch, you brat, your eyes are sharp as a wolf’s..." The person who got hit was Iceberg One. Jimmy Horne didn’t remember his real name; he just seemed so cold that Jimmy nicknamed him Iceberg One, and because of this, Iceberg One had a gloomy face for three whole months.

The person who was shooting just now was Iceberg One.

This Iceberg One, who was supposedly helping Kay Kennal cook, was attempting to assassinate Jimmy Horne while he was catching up with his childhood friends.

Unfortunately, he failed again, and his left foot was shot. That kid, his eyes are incredibly sharp, whether day or night, and the shooting skills taught to him are extremely accurate. Every time Jimmy Horne retaliated, he would shoot Iceberg One’s left foot.

Iceberg One thought that if the young master hit his left foot a few more times, it might just become useless.

Jimmy Horne hid the gun back under the planter and swaggered inside with Camila Ruiz, who still had a face full of shock.

"Young master, can you not shoot my left foot next time?" As soon as he came in, Iceberg One’s icy face was full of pleading.

"I like shooting your left foot, so what?"

Jimmy Horne threw him a frustrating glance, then turned to look at Camila Ruiz beside him, his gentle voice carrying a hint of hidden concern: "Silly Camila, exciting, wasn’t it? Were you scared?"

Camila Ruiz looked at him, then at Iceberg One, and asked with great puzzlement, "Why?"

Iceberg One calls Jimmy Horne young master, yet he ruthlessly sprayed bullets with a machine gun. Wasn’t he deliberately trying to kill Jimmy Horne?

Now, he was instead blaming Jimmy Horne.

Moreover, Jimmy Horne’s reaction seemed as if it was normal for him.

"I’ll explain later. Here, have a glass of water to calm your nerves."

Jimmy Horne considerately pulled her to the front of a wooden sofa, sat her down, and then turned to pour her a cup of warm water. He didn’t even glance towards Iceberg One, who was in pain due to his leg injury, let alone help bandage him up.

"Camila, have some water." Jimmy Horne handed the cup of warm water to her, his tone carrying a slight hint of indulgence.

She must have been scared out of her wits.

But still, she needed to get used to his way of life.

Camila Ruiz took the cup of warm water and drank it all in one breath.

She cautiously looked towards Iceberg One, discovering that he somehow found a medical kit. He was extracting the bullet, applying medicine, and bandaging himself, leaving her once again dumbfounded.

These people... do they not feel pain?

"Here, everything has to be done by oneself. If you’re hungry, you cook for yourself. If you’re injured, you bandage yourself." Jimmy Horne explained plainly, his tone carrying a subtle sadness.

Camila Ruiz turned to look at him. His words were simple, yet she heard the sadness in them.

"Is it the same for you?"

Jimmy Horne smiled and nodded lightly.

He came here when he was five years old. Initially, he often went hungry because, as a young master from a wealthy family, he didn’t know anything. These people only taught him knowledge and self-defense, retaliation skills, but not how to cook.

To survive, he was forced to grow up slowly and learn to be self-reliant.

Before he turned ten, these people wouldn’t attempt to assassinate him. After ten, once he reached a certain level of skill, they would find various ways to try to assassinate him; it was part of the training curriculum, testing his reactions, escape, and counterattack instincts. If he was unfortunately killed, it was considered his fate, and these people wouldn’t be punished by the rules.

Such harsh training forced him to be constantly alert, always listening and watching for threats without a moment’s negligence.

That harrowing scene just now was Iceberg One testing him for the day.

And it wasn’t the first time.

Who knows, those restless demons might attempt a new round of assassinations in the dead of night.

Camila Ruiz’s heart twisted again, pained by Jimmy Horne’s experiences. He was originally a favored child of the heavens, beloved by the Horne Family since birth. Her godmother treated him as her own, yet he endured unimaginable hardships.

She couldn’t bring herself to imagine how a five-year-old child managed to cook for himself.

Did he often go hungry at first?

Could Uncle Noah Reyes, who cared for him so much, really be so heartless as to let him suffer here?

Camila Ruiz didn’t understand the brutal rules of the Inferno Gate, which Jimmy Horne only came to understand after arriving there.

At this moment, Camila Ruiz’s mind was filled with confusion, her heart aching for Jimmy Horne.

Gently, slowly, almost instinctively, she took Jimmy Horne’s hand, looking at his slender, handsome hands with palms full of thick calluses, indicating just how much hardship he had endured.

The hall was very quiet.

Jimmy Horne didn’t speak, only gazing deeply at Camila Ruiz, allowing her to tenderly stroke his big hand with concern.

A shallow sweetness suddenly flowed through his body.

A strange, strange feeling, one he hadn’t experienced in his fifteen years of life.

They used to be arch-enemies, always arguing or fighting when they met, but he couldn’t forget her and never told her that he actually enjoyed being with her.

Camila Ruiz forgot about being kidnapped, forgot about being angered to the point of madness by Jimmy Horne. Her mind was only filled with imagined scenes of young Jimmy Horne going hungry, young Jimmy Horne trying every means possible just for food, while those so-called teachers stood idly by...

"These ten years... you’ve suffered a lot, haven’t you?"

Returning to her senses, Camila Ruiz hastily let go of Jimmy Horne’s hand, as if his hand was a burning hot potato.

Her pure, rather attractive face turned red again.

She tended to forget their age; they were already fifteen, no longer the four or five-year-olds they once were.