Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System

Chapter 235: A Kiss Beneath the Night Sky

A Kiss Beneath the Night Sky

After enjoying the night street food together, Julian slowly brought the car to a stop in front of the clinic.

The quiet street was washed under the soft glow of streetlights. Most shops nearby had already closed, leaving only a few faint lights in the distance and the cool night breeze drifting through the air.

Amara stepped out while still holding the bouquet of roses against her chest. The corners of her lips carried a small smile that she didn’t even realize was there.

"Alright, I’m heading home." She turned toward him and waved lightly. "You should get going too. I’ll talk to my grandpa about the Tyson family issue and see if he has any ideas."

Julian smiled and raised a hand.

"Alright. Don’t overthink it too much."

She nodded and began walking away.

"Okay. Don’t stay up too late either—"

Julian was about to start the car again when suddenly—

She stopped.

Then turned around.

Before Julian could even react, she hurried back toward him.

"Hm?"

He barely had time to speak.

Leaning down slightly, Amara pressed a soft kiss against his cheek.

"Thank you for the roses, dear Julian."

Her face instantly reddened after saying it.

Without waiting for his response, she hugged the flowers tightly and practically escaped, running toward the clinic entrance with hurried footsteps.

Julian sat there frozen.

"..."

The night breeze quietly passed by.

A few seconds later, his hand slowly moved toward his cheek.

"...She kissed me?"

He blinked.

Then blinked again.

A strange expression appeared on his face.

"The second girl..."

A small bitter laugh escaped him.

"The first was Bianca."

He leaned back into the seat and stared through the windshield toward the quiet night sky.

Back then, when he first came into this world, the idea of having a harem felt absurd.

He wanted one person.

One true love.

That was enough.

But after everything he had seen... after witnessing countless fragments of his reincarnations, countless versions of himself living and dying through different worlds...

Some had already walked paths filled with companions beside them.

Some had fought fate.

Some had accepted it.

Some had died with regrets.

Julian lowered his eyes.

And this life...

He wasn’t backing away anymore.

He was fighting against the protagonist.

Fighting against destiny itself.

So why was he still acting like the old him?

He suddenly laughed.

Not loudly.

Just quietly to himself.

"I mean... what man wouldn’t like being adored by beautiful women?"

He shook his head.

"But I don’t want empty relationships."

His fingers lightly tapped the steering wheel.

"I don’t want meaningless desire."

A smile slowly rose onto his face.

"If feelings grow naturally..."

"If everything slowly changes over time..."

"...isn’t that the fun part?"

The engine quietly started.

Julian leaned back comfortably into his seat, still carrying that faint smile.

Then he stepped on the accelerator and drove toward home under the endless night sky.

Other side—

Amara’s heart was beating wildly.

Very wildly.

She held the flowers close while practically skipping all the way back to the clinic.

Even she herself didn’t understand why she felt so happy.

Maybe it was because of the flowers.

Maybe because of tonight.

Or maybe...

No.

She quickly shook her head.

With the flowers in her arms, Amara skipped all the way back to the clinic, arriving just as it was about to close.

Several staff members from the clinic greeted her warmly.

"Greeting, Senior Sister."

"Greetings."

Amara flashed a sweet smile and greeted everyone.

Seeing her adorable smile, the male staff were all captivated.

Senior Amara is truly adorable.

Then they snapped back to reality.

Wait.

Roses?

Their eyes widened.

Did Senior Amara just come back holding roses herself?

Usually, many admirers brought flowers to the clinic.

She never accepted them personally.

Sometimes flowers were left near the entrance until the petals dried and became tea ingredients or decorative flowers for everyone.

But this...

This was the first time.

The flowers were actually in her arms.

The previously cheerful expressions of the male staff instantly darkened.

Whoever gave those flowers...

That unreliable bastard!

Amara naturally ignored all of them and walked through the clinic toward the mansion behind it.

Soon she entered the backyard.

Senior Miracle Doctor Ravenswood usually spent his free time reading there.

The old man sat beneath warm lights with a thick book in hand.

His diligence had built his reputation over countless years.

"Grandpa, it’s already night. Be careful with the lighting while you read. And why aren’t you sleeping yet?"

Amara ran over and patted her grandpa’s shoulder.

She pouted slightly.

"I want you healthy, my dear grandpa."

"What if you get sick?"

Senior Miracle Doctor Ravenswood immediately burst into laughter.

"My sweetheart, I’m a senior doctor. I taught people medicine for my whole life. Do you think I’d fall sick that easily?"

Amara puffed out her cheeks.

Seeing her expression, the old man laughed helplessly.

"Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you."

Senior Miracle Doctor Ravenswood chuckled.

Then he noticed the bouquet of roses.

Immediately, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Something felt strange.

Though he was old-fashioned, he understood what roses meant.

"Who gave you these? You seem so happy."

Senior Miracle Doctor Ravenswood asked.

"Julian gave them to me, and they were fresh."

Amara’s eyes squinted with joy.

Ah.

The joy of getting things for free!

"Little Julian, huh..."

Senior Miracle Doctor Ravenswood’s expression became somewhat strange.

He asked puzzledly,

"Why would Little Julian give you roses? Doesn’t he like that girl from the Aurevale family?"

His mindset was still conservative.

He wasn’t fond of such fickle things.

"We’re best friends. It’s normal for best friends to give flowers to each other. What are you thinking?"

Amara quickly explained.

"Really?"

Senior Miracle Doctor Ravenswood looked skeptical.

He knew his granddaughter well.

"Why would I lie to you? I wouldn’t like a two-timing man. You know me." Amara declared confidently.

"That’s good then." Grandpa finally let out a relieved sigh, the tension on his face easing.

Amara blinked innocently and nodded on the surface.

But inside her head...

Grandpa dear, Julian is an awesome man. That’s practically a universal truth.

An awesome man attracting many women isn’t strange at all.

If he truly loved me, I wouldn’t even care if he was ten-timing...

The thought flashed through her mind, and the corners of her lips nearly twitched upward.

Thankfully, she swallowed those words before they could leave her mouth.

If Grandpa heard something like that...

Forget getting angry.

He’d probably clutch his chest and drop dead from a heart attack on the spot.

Amara silently decided that some truths were better left buried forever.