Chapter 114: Loving You at First Sight

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Loving You at First Sight

After the earth-shattering childbirth, the villa on planet Cygnus very nearly turned into a grand battle arena between the two Alphas of the Hall family and the Martinez family against Noah, who had only just woken up from the brink of death.

Had it not been for Theodore and Auntie Camila using the health of a person who had newly given birth needing quiet rest as a threat, combined with Mr. Hall realizing how immense the political significance of Noah being alive and breaking through to grade 3S was for the fate of the Empire so that Mr. Hall held back his two sons who were itching to draw their weapons in time, Noah would probably have taken a few swings of a gardening shovel right in front of the delivery room door.

Even so, the noble Crown Prince still had to obediently stand taking the brunt of it as he listened to Benjamin and Alexander scold him for two whole hours out in the yard without daring to argue back half a word, even voluntarily signing an indefinite labor-for-debt pledge drafted by Benjamin.

By early June, when the health of Liam and the little one—a chubby Alpha baby who had inherited its Daddy’s platinum hair and eyes identical to its Papa’s—had completely stabilized, the film crew of [Kiss of the Black Widow] also officially assembled at the wasteland in the western district of planet Cygnus to start rolling the first scenes.

By rights, someone in their postpartum confinement period like Liam should have been lying still in bed inside a draft-free room.

However, ever since the day he finished giving birth, Mr. and Mrs. Hall, Theodore, and his two older brothers had formed a surveillance alliance tighter than a prison. They confiscated both of Liam’s smart watches, Light of Time and Sunflower, on the grounds that virtual screen radiation and thinking about business figures would damage the eyesight and nerves of an Omega who had newly given birth.

For someone used to doing manual labor and browsing the network every day like Liam, suddenly being locked inside four white walls doing nothing but eating and sleeping—where even the cat Nirvana was so afraid of his temper that it hid away completely inside the soul space without daring to show its face—made his mood turn so irritable that anyone walking past his room door had to tiptoe.

Ultimately, after three days of Liam staging a protest by refusing to drink blood-nourishing soup, Noah had no choice but to step forward to ask permission from the elders, using his 3S-grade mental power to form a perfect wind and radiation barrier cage surrounding a mobile lounge chair, pushing both Liam and the baby cradle out to the edge of the western film set so Liam could watch Elijah act in the film to pass the time.

In the shade of the director’s rest tent, Liam lay leaning his back against the soft cushioned chair, wearing a knitted hat covering his ears completely on his head, his entire body wrapped in three thin layers of Cryomollis Silk blankets.

"It is hot to death, are you planning to ferment me right into microbial compost?" Liam irritably kicked a corner of the blanket off, glaring at the man sitting beside the chair peeling mangosteens.

Noah had taken a specially formulated appearance and hair-color alteration medicine researched by Theodore, so right now his look had completely changed into a different person. He wore a simple set of casual clothes, while on his right arm the deep tooth marks that Liam had bitten into him in the delivery room were still clearly imprinted like a proud medal. With one hand he rocked the cradle for the little one, who was barely over ten days old, to sleep; with the other hand he meticulously peeled each snow-white mangosteen segment to place onto a small porcelain plate on the table beside Liam.

Despite being scolded, Noah not only felt no anger, his dark-blue eyes even shone with tenderness. He gently picked up the kicked-off corner of the blanket to drape it back over Liam’s ankles, his deep, warm voice carrying infinite patience:

"Eldest Uncle instructed that the wind out in the fields is very harsh; you have only just given birth so your pores are still open, catching a chill will leave you with aching joints later on. Eat another segment of mangosteen, I will adjust the temperature inside the mental power cage down by one degree to cool it off for you."

Liam had barely met the man’s deeply affectionate gaze when a nameless wave of irritation rose up in his heart again. Every time he stayed beside Noah, he remembered the scene of having barely returned to his body before taking two slaps that made him see stars, followed by the months and days of carrying a pregnant belly all alone through each bout of psychophysiological disorder.

Even though his reason knew Noah had not done it on purpose that night either, telling him to warmly forgive Noah right away was out of the question!

Liam let out a cold snort, picking up a fork himself to spear a mangosteen segment to stuff into his mouth, speaking indifferently:

"Once you are done peeling, stand back a little, do not block my line of sight while watching the film. Remember clearly your status as a hired hand hoeing dirt to pay off your debt; my allowing you to follow along to push the chair and look after the child does not mean I have forgiven you."

Noah reached out a hand intending to wipe the fruit juice stain at the corner of Liam’s lips, yet his movement froze in mid-air. The depths of his eyes flashed with a trace of poignancy, but very quickly he pulled his hand back, obediently moving his chair back half a pace:

"I understand. Go ahead and watch the film, whenever your back aches or you feel thirsty, just call me."

Liam turned his face away, not bothering to look at Noah anymore, concentrating on looking out at the film set in the distance.

Over fifty meters away, amidst the barren rock and gravel strewn with the charred black wreckage of a reconnaissance spaceship, Benjamin was holding a loudspeaker directing the camera angles.

"Lighting team, pay attention to shading the harsh sunlight at the three o’clock angle! Props team, double-check the suspension cables on the cliff face! Everyone into position! Scene 01, sequence 03 - Action!"

The sound of the clapperboard snapping down rang out with a crisp "clack".

Upon the desolate greyish-white sandy ground, the male actor playing the role of Alpha Major General Marcus (whose real name was Ray, a discharged veteran) was lying unconscious beside a blood-smeared cockpit fragment. The military uniform on his body was torn to tatters, his breathing faint and ragged.

From behind a dark, sheer rock crevice, a slender figure slowly stepped out.

The moment Elijah stepped into the frame of the 5D camera, all the logistics staff standing around the film set held their breath in unison.

Elijah wore a garment of paper-thin black silk torn to shreds like broken strands of a spiderweb, revealing skin so pale white it was nearly translucent beneath the desert afternoon sunlight. His usual curly chestnut-brown hair had been temporarily dyed by the makeup team into a waist-length jet black, while at the outer corner of his eye was painted a razor-sharp blood-red hourglass pattern.

He walked barefoot across the sharp gravel without making a single sound, each movement both gracefully light as though weightless, while carrying the cold vigilance of a predatory species inspecting prey that had fallen into its territory.

Elijah stopped beside Marcus’s blood-covered body, tilting his head slightly at a forty-five-degree angle. The stiff movement characteristic of an insect species was performed by him so smoothly it sent chills down the spine.

Elijah’s large, round, originally innocent eyes were completely hollow at this moment, fathomlessly black without the slightest ripple of human emotion. He slowly squatted down, extending his slender, snow-white fingers to touch the bleeding wound on the Alpha’s chest.

According to the screenplay, this Black Widow Spider Insectoid King named Sylas originally intended to eat the intruder’s flesh, yet discovered that Marcus’s mental power could help him suppress the deadly estrus period of his race, so he decided to spin silk to staunch the bleeding, saving Marcus’s life.

Right as Elijah’s icy fingertips touched Ray’s bare chest, the pupils of the man lying on the ground suddenly contracted, both eyes snapping wide open!

By battlefield reflex, Marcus’s hand swung up intending to strangle the person in front of him. Yet the very next second, his movement froze in mid-air.

Benjamin’s camera angle immediately zoomed in for a close-up on the faces of the two people.

Beneath the blood-red twilight of the desolate planet, the youth dressed in black was bowing his head to look at Marcus. The small, exquisite face was so beautiful it was surreal, the plump red lips slightly parted, the blazing red hourglass birthmark at the outer corner of the eye contrasting sharply against the porcelain-white skin, creating a beauty that was both purely innocent and bewitchingly soul-stealing.

Moreover, on this youth’s person there was no scent of Omega or Alpha pheromones whatsoever. In Marcus’s perception, such a person was certainly a Beta.

Marcus’s hand that was about to attack trembled, then unconsciously lowered down, gently taking hold of a long black lock of hair hanging in front of the youth’s chest. The cold, sharp gaze of the soldier who had just braved life and death suddenly transformed into infatuation and a fierce flutter right from the very first look:

"Who... are you? Are you an Angel who has come to take me away?"

Elijah frowned slightly, his glistening black eyes blinking lightly once as though not understanding the complex language of humanity, only coldly pulling his hair back, standing up to turn around and walk away.

"Cut! Truly wonderful!"

Benjamin shouted out excitedly from behind the reference monitor: "Elijah’s gaze when looking down at his prey and Ray’s stunned expression when struck by the thunderbolt of love both score one hundred points! Nailed in a single take! Take a fifteen-minute break to move over to the rock cave set to continue shooting sequence four!"

Liam, sitting inside the mental power cage in the distance, could not hold back from clapping his hands in praise either: "Well now, this kid Elijah’s acting has really improved. With that emotionless half-human, half-insectoid gaze just now, if I did not know him clearly beforehand, I probably would have been scared into goosebumps by him too."

Noah stood behind the lounge chair, his gaze not looking out at the film set at all, instead quietly resting on Liam’s rosy cheeks that had gained a little flesh back.

Love at first sight?

That night, the moment he saw the sweat-drenched, beautiful face—both in pain and in pleasure—of the youth on the bed, his heart, which had been cold for nearly thirty years, had also fallen completely into this person’s hands, exactly like that Major General in the film.

It was only a pity that their beginning was far worse than in the film...