Chapter 3 Hide in the Coffin
Only then did Renee realize that the man in front of her had a normal temperature, and he felt a bit hot.
“You’re not dead…” Renee hurriedly turned to look at the coffin where she was sitting. “So…”
Tristan glanced at the coffin and raised his eyebrows. “I’m also curious about what’s inside. Do you want to take a look?”
Renee was so scared that she threw herself into Tristan’s arms. “No, I don’t… Put me down…”
Tristan thought that Renee was like a bunny kicking its legs. He wasn’t a good person in the first place, so he asked coldly, “Do you know what other people say about me?”
Renee nodded.
“If you make me angry, I’ll have someone put you in the coffin,” Tristan threatened in an arctic voice. “You’ll be buried alive.”
Renee was shocked.
Tristan lifted Renee down the coffin. As soon as Renee found her footing, she wanted to run away, but Tristan took her by the collar and pulled her back. “Stand here and watch.”
Renee didn’t want to see what was inside the coffin at all. She said in a low voice, “Mr. Duran, this is your coffin. Don’t you know what’s inside?”
“I just came back from finishing my work,” Tristan sneered. “I didn’t expect to attend my funeral.”
It seemed that those people really wanted Tristan to die. They got some false news and immediately held a funeral for him.
The coffin wasn’t sealed, so Tristan could push the lid open easily. Renee closed her eyes right away, but Tristan sneered, “There are just a few clothes. What’s there to be afraid of?”
Renee’s eyelashes fluttered. She screwed up her courage and opened her eyes, only to see a few clothes in the coffin.
Before Renee could speak, she heard footsteps. Tristan frowned and looked outside the mourning hall. The next thing Renee knew, she was pulled into the coffin.
Renee opened her eyes wide. Tristan rested one hand on the coffin and climbed in. The coffin was more than enough for a person, but it was too crowded for the two of them. Tristan was tall with long legs. When he closed the coffin, Renee was forced to curl up in his arms, and she could hear his heartbeat.
“Mr. Duran…”
Tristan covered Renee’s mouth in the darkness, forcing her to swallow her words.
“It’s strange…” a voice said in the mourning hall. “Where’s the girl from the Fletcher family?”
“No one wants to stay in the mourning hall in the middle of the night. She may have gone somewhere else.”
“What bad luck…” someone spat. “Why are we assigned to replace the wick?”
“Stop that,” said the other person in a low voice. “When Mr. Duran was alive, everyone was afraid of him. Now that he’s dead, he may have turned into a ferocious ghost. If he hears what you said…”
There was a moment of silence, followed by a rustling sound. The two servants should have replaced the wick. “Let’s go. This place may bring us bad luck.”
As the sound of footsteps faded away, Tristan moved his hand away from Renee’s mouth. Renee’s face turned red. Tristan asked, “Why do you smell so good?”
Renee was stunned.
“Do you wear perfume?” Tristan frowned.
The two of them were jammed in the narrow coffin. Tristan spoke in Renee’s ear, making Renee’s ear redden. She grasped her hem and said, “No, no.”
But she indeed smelt good.
The air was filled with her sweet scent.
“Mr. Duran…” Renee began in a low voice, “Why do we have to hide in the coffin?”
