Dylan felt a pang of regret;There was heating in the van, she wouldn't have been cold!
Dorothy seemed to realize something, withdrew her gaze, and looked at Dylan in the driver's seat, "By the way, my benefactor, I still don't know how to address you!"
She had only just met him and hadn't asked Dylan's name yet.
"Just call me Dylan, that's fine!"
Dorothy responded with an "Oh," but she was somewhat hesitant to address Dylan directly by name; it seemed a bit disrespectful to her benefactor!
Dylan seemed to sense Dorothy's dilemma and chuckled, "Dorothy, you should be older than me. Just call me little brother in the future; it won't be awkward haha!"
Dorothy thought it wasn't a bad idea, "Well, I'm 35 this year, I should be much older than you. Then I'll call you Dylan little brother from now on!"
Dylan was certainly pleased, "That's perfect!"
Alberta exclaimed in surprise, "Dorothy, you really don't seem old at all! How do you maintain yourself? If you didn't say, I would have thought you were only 28!"
Dorothy smiled, "Alberta, you're quite the flatterer!"
Alberta was taken aback, "How did you know my name is Alberta?"
Dorothy replied, "Didn't Dylan little brother call you that back at the hotel? I overheard!"
Dylan didn't make any stops on the way and drove straight back to the villa.
The entire villa area was still eerily quiet, with little activity.
Snowflakes had begun to fall from the sky. Dylan knew that after this snowfall, another disaster would come.
After heavy snowfall, the temperature would drop to around minus 10 degrees Celsius, and this would become the norm. During this time, blizzards were frequent.
But that wasn't the most deadly. The most deadly thing was the corpse mutation.
A virus within the bodies of the deceased would be activated. It could control the nerves of the dead, turning them into zombies.
These zombies had no self-awareness. They would only attack any surviving humans and animals, spreading the virus through bites, turning the bitten into zombies.
While these zombies weren't as agile as normal humans, they weren't easy to kill.
They didn't feel pain, no matter how you attacked them, they wouldn't fear.
To completely kill them, you had to hit them directly in the forehead, where there would be a crystalline substance.
This substance stored the remaining time energy before death, and acquiring it could replenish one's own energy.
Of course, if a person died because their time energy reached zero, they wouldn't turn into a zombie.
Without the crystal to sustain them, the virus couldn't survive.
Dylan sighed; after this zombie disaster struck, humanity would truly be on the brink of extinction.Driving the car into the yard, Dylan and the others got out and entered the villa.
Dorothy was amazed to see the layers of protection in the villa.
Was this all prepared in advance?
Upon entering the villa, the warmth was instantly comforting. There was even heating inside the villa?
Alberta turned on the lights in the living room, and Dorothy was stunned again.
There was no power outage here either?
Little Crow, the coal ball, flew onto Dylan's shoulder upon seeing him return, squawking and pecking at Dylan's hair, expressing its discontent.
"Why did you go out for so long without coming home and without taking me?" Dylan chuckled, dodging the bird.
"Oh, this smelly bird!"
"I went to add some coal to the boiler. Alberta, could you take Dorothy to have a hot bath?" Dylan suggested.
Dorothy felt numb; compared to her own hotel, this villa was simply heaven.
Having electricity, heating, and even hot water—this was the happiest thing for Dorothy, who hadn't bathed in 10 days.
Moreover, these two people were living so leisurely that they even had the leisure to keep a bird.
Why was this bird so ugly, all black and sooty?
Taking Dorothy to the bathroom, Alberta also fetched a nightgown for her and placed it at the door.
After adding coal, Dylan came upstairs and happened to see Dorothy coming out of the bath.
"Tsk tsk!" Dylan couldn't help but sigh. This mature woman was truly enticing.
Dorothy herself was the seductive type, with a voluptuous figure. Paired with this snug nightgown, it inevitably sparked one's imagination.
Seeing Dylan looking at her, Dorothy smiled gracefully and asked, "How do I look in this, Little Brother Dylan?"
With her age, what hadn't she experienced? She wouldn't act coy like a young girl just because Dylan looked at her.
Upon Dorothy's remark, Dylan became even more spirited. "You look great, great!" he chuckled.
Tsk tsk! Mature women are indeed wonderful!
"Oh, right, Dorothy, are you hungry? Let's eat something first!" Dylan changed the subject after looking for a while.
Gurgling sounds came from Dorothy's stomach as Dylan mentioned food.
Dorothy smiled awkwardly, "I am indeed hungry. Thanks to the table full of food you ordered at that time, or else..."
Speaking of this, Dorothy suddenly paused, seeming to recall something.
She asked in confusion, "By the way, you ordered 10 tables of food back then. What about the other 9 tables?
Even the tables disappeared.
I thought I was seeing things!"Dylan smiled and waved his hand without saying a word. Suddenly, a table appeared in the living room, filled with dishes.
Dorothy was dumbfounded. What kind of sorcery was this?
And these dishes, weren't they all signature dishes from her own restaurant?
Damn! Even the damn table was from her restaurant.
Dorothy's mouth formed an "O" shape as she looked at Dylan in disbelief.
"Dylan Little Brother, are you a magician?"
Dylan chuckled, "Hmm! You can think of it that way!"
Dorothy took a deep breath, smelling the aroma of the food. She touched the plates with her hands and exclaimed in surprise, "My goodness, the dishes are still hot!"
She couldn't understand how Dylan had managed all this.
"Come on, Dorothy, welcome to join us. From now on, we are a family. Consider this meal as a welcome feast for you." Dylan invited Dorothy to take a seat and took out a few bottles of wine. He also called Alberta downstairs, ready to start the meal.
Dylan poured a glass of wine for each person and raised his glass, "Here's to Dorothy, from now on, we are all family!"
Dorothy quickly raised her glass, "No, this toast should be to you first. Thank you for saving me. Otherwise, how could I sit here and enjoy such a wonderful time?"
After speaking, to show her gratitude, Dorothy downed the glass of red wine in one gulp.
Seeing Dorothy's boldness, Dylan also downed his glass.
Alberta couldn't handle much alcohol, but she still took a big sip.
Setting down her glass, Alberta looked troubled.
Dylan asked with concern, "Alberta, what's wrong? You seem distracted."
"I'm thinking about what happened today at the Seaside Hotel. I remember hearing that person's voice. Sure enough, there were other people upstairs!" Alberta frowned.
As soon as this matter was mentioned, Dylan slapped his leg, "You're right, I almost forgot."
Dorothy asked curiously, "Alberta, what happened?"
"I'll explain! At that time, the two of us were being led by that man, about to go upstairs to find you.
When we heard the sound of breaking glass, we became alert.
At that moment, Alberta seemed to hear that person's voice, knowing that there were still people upstairs, and that person even seemed to be controlling you.
But I knew that person didn't actually say anything!" Dylan explained preemptively.
"Hmm, I thought I was hallucinating, but the situation upstairs was indeed as I heard it. It's really confusing!" Alberta shook her head.