His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker. Chapter 958: Her Boyfriend Is an Expensive Model (2)

Dominique stared at the sky in disbelief before breaking into a run.

"Shit! I’m going to become a wet rat!"

He hurried along the forest road, trying to shield his phone beneath his jacket while searching desperately for somewhere to take shelter. His carefully styled hair was already ruined, his clothes were getting soaked and his expensive shoes were splashing through muddy puddles.

He had spent hours making sure every photograph looked perfect, and now he looked like someone who had lost a fight with a swimming pool.

If anyone from the photoshoot could see him now, he would never hear the end of it.

Dominique wiped the rain from his face and continued walking, muttering complaints under his breath.

The next time I decide to do a photoshoot near a forest, someone should lock me inside my house.

After another ten minutes of walking, Dominique was beginning to question every decision he had ever made in his life.

He was cold, soaked from head to toe and thoroughly miserable. His expensive clothes clung to his body, his hair had lost all resemblance to its original style and his shoes made an unpleasant squelching sound every time he stepped into a puddle.

He was alone.

Completely, horrifyingly, ridiculously alone.

Every little sound in the forest made him turn his head. A branch snapped somewhere behind him and he immediately spun around.

"Who’s there?"

Silence.

Dominique narrowed his eyes at the trees. "I’m warning you. I’m not in the mood tonight."

Nothing happened.

He waited another second before cautiously turning back around.

Wonderful. Now I’m threatening trees.

He continued walking, glancing over his shoulder every few steps. A rustling sound came from a nearby bush and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

A small animal darted across the road.

Dominique clutched his chest.

"Oh, my God! Do you want me to die?"

The animal had already disappeared into the darkness, completely uninterested in his suffering.

Dominique took a deep breath and resumed walking.

It had been almost thirty minutes. Thirty entire minutes of wandering through a dark, rainy forest and he hadn’t encountered a single human being.

Not one.

He could have sworn this road was busy during the day. There were always cars passing by in the morning. Sometimes there were so many that he complained about traffic.

But now? Nothing.

Dominique stopped in the middle of the road and looked around in disbelief.

"Excuse me? WHERE IS EVERYONE?"

His voice echoed faintly through the trees.

"THERE WERE A MILLION CARS HERE THIS MORNING!"

The forest offered no explanation.

"AND NOW EVERYONE HAS DECIDED TO STAY HOME?"

He dragged both hands down his wet face.

"Unbelievable. The one time I need someone, the entire population has apparently migrated to another planet."

A sudden flapping sound made him look up.

A bat flew from one tree to another, disappearing into the darkness.

Dominique froze.

Then he slowly pointed at the tree.

"No..noo..no..."

The bat, naturally, ignored him.

"I’m serious! I’ve already had enough problems tonight. My car is dead, my phone has no signal, I’m freezing and now you’re flying around like you own the place!"

Another bat fluttered across the road.

Dominique let out a strangled noise and immediately started walking faster.

"I swear, if I survive this, I’m moving to the city centre. Somewhere with lights. And people. And twenty-four-hour room service."

His teeth had begun chattering, and he could no longer pretend that he wasn’t genuinely frightened. He was used to expensive hotels, comfortable cars, and people answering his calls. He was not used to wandering through forests at night while being terrorized by wildlife.

Then, suddenly, two bright headlights appeared in the distance.

Dominique stopped.

He stared at them.

The headlights grew closer.

A car!

An actual car!

For one beautiful moment, he nearly wanted to cry.

"FINALLY!"

He rushed toward the middle of the road, waving both arms wildly.

"STOP! STOP, STOP, STOP!"

The approaching vehicle slowed, and Dominique waved even more frantically, as though he were directing an aircraft to land.

The driver slammed on the brakes.

The car stopped with a sharp screech, just a short distance from him.

For a moment, neither side moved.

Then the driver’s window began to lower.

A man looked out at Dominique, his expression so thoroughly displeased that Dominique almost forgot he was standing in the rain.

The driver glanced at his soaked clothes, dripping hair, and the muddy shoes planted in the middle of the road.

Then he looked at Dominique’s face.

There was a long, deeply unimpressed silence.

Dominique, still panting from his little rescue mission, hurried toward the window.

"Please," he said, placing one hand against the car door. "Please tell me you’re a real person."

The driver’s eyebrows drew together.

"...What?"

Dominique closed his eyes briefly in relief.

"Oh, thank God. A human being."

The driver looked even more dissatisfied.

"Sir, do you mind explaining why you’re standing in the middle of the road?"

Dominique stared at him.

Then he gestured helplessly toward the dark forest behind him.

"BECAUSE THE TREES ARE TRYING TO KILL ME!"

The driver said nothing.

Dominique pointed toward the sky. "And there are bats!"

Still nothing.

"And my car broke down, my phone has no signal and I’ve been walking for thirty minutes! Thirty minutes! Do you have any idea how long that is when you’re being hunted by flying rats?"

The driver slowly looked at the forest, then back at Dominique.

"Flying rats?"

"BATS!" Dominique cried. "I’M TALKING ABOUT BATS!"

The driver exhaled through his nose, looking as though he regretted every decision that had led him to this particular stretch of road.

Dominique, meanwhile, had already decided that the man was the most beautiful human being he had ever seen.

He didn’t care if the driver had a terrible personality. He didn’t care if he listened to awful music.

The man had a car.

And at that moment, that was enough to make him a saint.

"Please let me in," Dominique begged, clasping his hands together. "I’ll explain everything once I’m somewhere with a roof."