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Chapter 45

    Chapter 45


    Oliver was also taken aback and eximed, “Really… Is such a thing possible?”


    Although Oliver had great confidence in his eyes and their ability to identify emeralds and antiques, he


    didn’t have much. confidence when it came to using the identifying ability on the so-called “Blood


    Malediction,” which imed that anyone who came into contact with it for 90 days would die.


    Sienna’s face turned pale as she said, “Well… the dead tomb raider had died the day before yesterday.


    It was exactly the 90th day when I came into contact with the eyeball, but it is also the 90th day for that


    person in the hospital. On top of that…”


    At this point, Sienna furrowed her brow, struggling to find the right words, and added, “On top of that,


    two individuals at our police station have alsoe into contact with that eyeball. One is my colleague,


    Charles, and the other… is me!”


    “It’s you?” Oliver couldn’t help but be in shock. He stood there in a daze for a while before suddenly


    asking her, “Well… how many days has it been since you’ve touched the eyeball?”


    Sienna counted on her fingers as she recalled the dates. “It was on the twenty-sixth ofst month, and


    today is the eighth. Therefore, it has been a total of twelve days!”


    “12 days, 12 days…” Oliver murmured, feeling a strange sense of panic. He abruptly grabbed Sienna


    and said, “You should…. take off your clothes!”


    “What are you doing?” Sienna’s pale face turned red as she scolded, “Are you out of your mind? There


    are surveince


    cameras here!”


    Sienna freed herself from Oliver’s grasp with a swift motion, then turned her head and walked toward


    the exit, saying, “Let’s go. We’ll go downstairs.”


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    Not knowing what Sienna meant, Oliver felt an inexplicable sense of anxiety. He quickly followed her


    downstairs. Upon reaching the ground-floor lobby, Sienna exited through the main door and headed


    straight for the parking lot.. Oliver closely followed behind her, watching as she got into her car. He


    quickly went to the other side and got into his own


    car.


    Sienna pressed the buttons to ensure all the car windows were closed. Then, she turned to look at


    Oliver, her face suddenly turning red once again. She bit her lip, as if she wanted to say something, but


    ultimately remained silent. After a while, she finally spoke up. “Do you… really want me to take off my


    clothes?”


    Oliver noticed Sienna’s serious expression, which waspletely different from her usual fierce


    demeanor. However, he did’ not pay much attention and quickly exined, “I mean, please take your


    clothes off so I can see your back… or rather, the middle of your back.”


    Sienna’s face grew even redder. She let out a sigh and took off her jacket, turning around to show her


    back to Oliver. “Here, how do you want to see it?”


    Oliver gazed at Sienna’s back, captivated by the tanned and tender skin exposed by the small shirt.


    However, at that moment, he had no other thoughts in his mind. He reached out and gently pulled apart


    the edges of the shirt.


    As Oliver looked, it felt as though his heart was being painfully twisted, causing him great difort.


    There was indeed a faint imprint of an eyeball on Sienna’s back.


    Although it was hard to believe, two prior tomb raiders came into contact with the eyeball. One died,


    and the other was awaiting death in the hospital. Today was their predicted day of death!


    While Oliver was still in a daze, Sienna’s phone rang. She immediately answered it and responded with


    a series of “okays” before hanging up. Then, she turned to Oliver and said, “It’s that person in the


    hospital. They just received news saying that he has since died from ruptured blood vessels. It’s…


    gruesome!”


    After giving it some thought, Oliver took out his phone and snapped a photo of the eyeball imprint on


    Sienna’s back.


    For some unknown reason, Sienna suddenly shook her head vigorously. She then leaned forward and


    rested her head on the steering wheel for several seconds. When she lifted her head, she forcefully


    banged her forehead against the steering wheel. Oliver watched in stunned silence, thinking, “Did… did


    she be aware of the ominous nature of this eyeball and be frustrated and upset about it?”


    He was at a loss for words, unsure whether to believe it or not.


    Oliver’s heart was filled with worry and fear, He very faintly believed it, as the facts seemed to be


    pointing in that direction, even though it defied scientific exnation.


    However, his own eye’s abilities could not be exined by science as well.


    After banging her head for a while, Sienna lifted her head. Her forehead was now reddened from the


    impact. She then stared at Oliver, her beautiful eyes shing with annoyance.


    Feeling somewhat guilty, Oliver quickly raised both hands in defense and exined, “This may not


    necessarily be urate.


    … I’m just specting. It’s not definite, it’s not…”


    “Not necessarily urate? Not definite? Just see it for yourself!” Sienna, still annoyed, stuffed a small,


    elongated stick-like object into his hand.


    Oliver lowered his head to take a look. It was a small stick-like object made of paper, about two to three


    inches long. There were two hollows indents on it, filled red with a red ink-like substance.


    “What is this?” Oliver wondered. “What does she want me to do with the object she gave me?”


    He was unable toprehend it immediately. Oliver looked at her with a perplexed expression and


    asked, “What is this?”


    Sienna, irritated by Oliver’s confusion, gritted her teeth and snapped, “It’s a pregnancy test kit, you


    idiot!”


    “Pregnancy test kit? But I’m not a girl. Why are you giving me this?” Oliver said, a mix of amusement


    and frustration evident in his tone.


    Sienna was so exasperated that she felt the urge to p twice him on the head. Irritated, she said,


    “You idiot! This pregnancy test kit is for me! Don’t you get it? I’m pregnant!”


    Oliver was taken aback. “You’re pregnant? Well… congrattions.”


    “Congrattions my ass!” Sienna was genuinely angry now, and she vented her frustration at Oliver.


    “I’m pregnant, and what’s there to congratte? Except for that blind date night with you… I haven’t


    been near any other men. So, tell me, what are we going to do?”


    “What are we going to do? Your pregnancy has nothing to do with me…” Oliver started to ramble, but


    suddenly, his mind went nk. In an instant, he seemed dumbfounded and pointed at Sienna, his voice


    trembling. “You… you… you…”


    “What is that supposed to mean?” Sienna gritted her teeth in anger. Her frustration escted, and she


    couldn’t help but grab her own hair, pulling it wildly. Her neatly tied ponytail came undone, and her hair


    became a tangled mess, resembling a bird’s nest.


    “I’m going crazy. I’m truly going crazy. What am I supposed to do? How can I face my colleagues, my


    boss, and… and my parents?” Sienna eximed, her voice filled with despair and frustration.


    Oliver also felt helpless, given that his mind was in aplete mess. He couldn’t find the right words to


    say.


    Originally, he had wanted to ask, “Are you sure it was the night with me?” However, the words lingered


    at the tip of his tongue, and he ultimately couldn’t bring himself to say them.


    Given Sienna’s fiery temperament, straightforward and carefree personality, as well as her career, it


    seemed highly unlikely that she would use this situation to manipte him.


    “If it’s indeed true, what should I do?” Oliver contemted.


    Oliver started to feel a bit frantic as well. He remained troubled and deep in thought for a while before


    he cautiously turned to Sienna and said, “So… what do you think we should do?”


    Sienna responded in an irritated tone, “How would I know what to do? You should take responsibility for


    the mess you’ve created!”


    “Well…” Oliver hesitated and said, “I think, if you don’t mind, you should consider keeping the baby. But


    if you’re not willing to do that, then you can go to the hospital. I’ll…take care of the expenses.”


    Sienna raised her hand and pped him on the head, eximing, “You scumbag!”


    Oliver covered his head in distress, wondering what exactly she wanted him to do.


    Sienna huffed angrily, her usual decisive and efficient demeanorpletely shaken by the situation.


    Her thoughts were tangled like a messy knot, and she couldn’t make sense of it all.


    Although Oliver had no recollection or impression of that night, the fact remained that they had spent a


    night together at the hotel.


    However, hitting the mark like that was purely coincidental.


    It was true that Sienna’s appearance was more than enough to match Oliver’s preference, and she was


    a respectable woman. However, when it came to marriage, there needed to be mutual affection, at


    least.


    Oliver was fine, but he was uncertain whether Sienna truly had affection toward him.


    “It’s no wonder Sienna was acting strangely today. She’s different from her usual self. Could it be that…


    what is done cannot be undone? It’s understandable that she would be overwhelmed and distraught if


    a girl with a personality like her, who usually has no interest in men, suddenly became pregnant.” Oliver


    thought.


    Watching Sienna’s frantic and distressed state, Oliver’s mind suddenly clicked, and he trembled in


    shock, pondering, “Oh no, the Blood Malediction on Sienna’s back… She must have been affected by


    that mysterious and incurable Blood


    Malediction!”
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