Chapter 46 Ambiguity on the Subway

Chapter 46 Ambiguity on the Subway

On the subway heading back to the villa district, Klein had his hands in his pockets, chewing gum. Beside him was Carol, wearing brown wide-leg pants, a red plaid shirt, a baseball cap, and black-framed glasses.

With this getup, Carol looked like a country girl fresh off the farm, her delicate features perfectly hidden.

"Our company employees are all fashionable ladies. How could we possibly have clothes like this?"

Carol couldn't figure this out.

"Alright, stop worrying about it. Look around—nobody pays attention to a woman dressed this tacky. You're like a pebble hidden in the crowd—the most unremarkable one. Even a killer wouldn't give you a second glance."

Klein put his arm around Carol's shoulder and leaned close to her ear, whispering softly.

Carol felt the intense masculine presence. Especially when Klein spoke, the minty smell of his gum brushed past her ear, making it instantly hot.

"Get away from me!"

Carol snapped coldly, her delicate brows furrowing tightly once again.

Klein shrugged and removed his hand from Carol's shoulder, but his face remained close to her ear.

"Look at how we're dressed now—don't we look like country kids who just got to the big city? Nobody would think that people with our kind of money would choose to take the subway."

After Klein finished speaking, he noticed Carol staring at the approaching subway train, brows knitted, eyes full of curiosity and inquiry.

Klein immediately had a guess and asked tentatively, "Carol, don't tell me you've never taken the subway before?"

Carol shook her head. "I always have a private car when I go out. I don't need to squeeze onto the subway with strangers."

Klein seemed to think of something amusing, a smile curving at the corner of his mouth.

"Then you really should experience it. The subway's pretty lively—you can see all kinds of people."

Carol felt that Klein's smile had bad intentions. Just then, the subway pulled into the station. The doors slowly opened, and a crowd of passengers walked out of the cars. At the same time, the crowd behind them kept pushing Carol and Klein toward the car. This station had an especially large flow of people.

Feeling the push from behind, Carol stumbled, unable to steady herself. She instinctively looked to her side, wanting to seek Klein's help.

A large hand instantly grabbed Carol's wrist and pulled her into the car. Klein stepped onto the subway first.

Carol was yanked by the tremendous force, and with the momentum, she fell directly into Klein's arms.

Feeling the firm muscles of Klein's chest, Carol's ears, which had just cooled down, heated up again.

Just as Carol was about to push Klein away, the crowd rushing for the subway all squeezed in behind her. The packed crowd completely cut off Carol's way out, and she could only press tightly against Klein.

"Even if there's a killer here, he can't even pull out a weapon—he can't even extend his arms."

Klein leaned close to Carol's ear, whispering softly.

Carol couldn't stand this crowded environment. "I can't take this. There's body odor, bad breath, and even that awful sweaty armpit smell everywhere. There are so many people standing behind me, and the sticky feeling of skin touching is unbearable."

Klein glanced at the fat woman standing behind Carol—she had to weigh at least three hundred pounds. Her thick layer of fat worked like insulation, making her sweat constantly in the summer heat.

"You're really suffering. Let's switch positions."

Carol was puzzled. The car was so crowded that there was no room to move. The next second, she felt the crowd around her suddenly part—Klein had forcibly pushed through the crowd. Then, holding Carol, he turned around, his back directly against the subway door.

With the cold door against her back, Carol finally breathed a sigh of relief. But the car was still crowded, and when she looked up, she could see Klein's eyes full of teasing amusement.

"What are you laughing at?" Carol frowned, looking at him with confusion.

"Have you seen Tangled? Right now, you look like a princess in distress."

Klein's smile was playful. Actually, he was thinking that Carol's body was very soft, and the feeling of her pressed tightly against him was exceptionally clear.

Carol wasn't the voluptuous type—her figure was even somewhat slim—but her proportions were excellent.

Slender waist, firm chest, tight and perky bottom.

Of course, Klein didn't have Carol take the subway to take advantage of her—this really was the best way to avoid killers. As for this intimate physical contact, like installing surveillance in her room, it was just an extra perk on top of the security.

And Carol hadn't noticed Klein's little thoughts at all.

Just then, a heated argument suddenly broke out in the crowded subway car.

"It's you! You pervert, how dare you touch my butt!"

A shrill female voice suddenly rang out, instantly attracting everyone's attention in the car.

Klein and Carol also looked toward the sound. The woman speaking was the fat woman who had been standing behind Carol earlier.

In front of the woman stood a thin, frail-looking man. The man held both hands high, looking completely at a loss.

"What the hell are you talking about? I didn't touch you at all. The car is so crowded, a little physical contact is inevitable."

The man explained helplessly.

"Are you saying I'm too fat and getting in your way?"

The fat woman roared again, her anger even greater than before.

The thin man was also provoked by the fat woman's fury and immediately shouted back.

"Enough! There are so many pretty women on the subway, why would I ignore them and bother you instead?"

"Who are you calling ugly? Believe it or not, I'll sit on you and crush you to death!"

"I believe you—after all, your butt is the only thing about you worth showing off."

The man and woman argued back and forth while the surrounding passengers watched with great interest.

No one noticed that the subway had entered the tunnel, and the lights in the car suddenly became dim.

Carol was watching intently when a breeze suddenly swept past her ear.

She turned her head in confusion and saw Klein gripping a man's wrist.

"Sir, while everyone's watching the show, sneaking around stealing wallets is very rude behavior."

Klein had a smile on his face, but his eyes held no warmth whatsoever.

Carol looked down and saw that the man was clutching a pink wallet in his hand—it was her wallet.