Urban System in America-Chapter 111 - 110: Be Mine

On the way home, Rex stopped by a modest but classy roadside diner—a nondescript little place tucked between a salon and an old bookstore. The interior was simple, the lighting warm and the smell of roasted lamb and garlic rice drifting through the air. He ordered a sizzling steak platter with mashed potatoes and caramelized vegetables.

It was surprisingly well-cooked—juicy, flavorful, and satisfying. The service was average, but he didn’t mind. It wasn’t five-star fine dining, but for a quick dinner, it hit the spot.

By the time he finished, the sky had begun its slow descent into dusk. Golden-orange hues stretched across the skyline, casting long shadows through the windshield as he drove. The city, far from winding down, was coming alive. Cars honked in distant traffic, lights flickered on in apartments and shops, and crowds emerged like ants from unseen holes. The noise, the motion—it all surged like a slumbering beast waking for its true hunt.

He reached home as the first stars started blinking through the haze.

He pulled into the driveway, stretching his neck as he stepped out. Victor and Kalen were already waiting at the door. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Got a lot there," Victor said with a small grin, eyeing the mountain of branded bags in the trunk.

"You think?" Rex smirked.

With Victor and Kaelan’s help, Rex unloaded the mountain of shopping bags and began sorting them into his personal wardrobe. The wardrobe was more like a mini boutique at this point. With polished wood. Lined compartments. Separate sections for formal, casual, shoes, accessories, and even a dedicated space for scents.

Each item had a designated place—organized by color, style, and occasion.

He unpacked everything carefully. Each piece was arranged by color and style, its placement deliberate.

As for space? It was more than enough.

The wardrobe had been custom-built with future indulgence in mind. And now, it was beginning to come alive.

The space, designed for indulgence, had more than enough room. But just as he closed the final drawer, a thought struck him.

Wait... where were the Luvation bags?

They hadn’t arrived yet.

He frowned. That was odd. For a brand that sold exclusivity, they were being awfully slow. He glanced at the time, then flopped onto the couch.

Right as he was about to relax, his phone buzzed.

Unknown number.

He sighed. "Another one?" he muttered. "Been a lot of strangers today."

Still, he picked it up.

"Hello?"

A soft, professional voice came through, warm and practiced.

"Good evening, sir. I’m calling from Luvation. You visited our store earlier today and chose home delivery, yes?"

Rex sat up. "Yeah."

"Well," she continued with a slight pause, "our delivery team reached your residence a little while ago. Unfortunately, no one responded at the door despite repeated attempts. We didn’t want to disturb you unnecessarily, so we’ve been waiting nearby."

Her voice became apologetic. "We just saw your vehicle enter the community and thought we should confirm—would now be a good time to deliver your items? If not, we’re happy to return at your convenience."

Rex blinked. His lips parted slightly as realization hit him.

Right... no one was home. He was out—and Victor and Kaelan were with him the entire time. Not a single soul was left at the house.

He facepalmed. "I really forgot that," he muttered under his breath.

He glanced out the window. Sure enough, a sleek Luvation van was idling just a little down the street, the brand’s elegant logo glinting in the last light of sunset.

He rubbed his temple and laughed under his breath. "Yeah, I’m home now. You can bring it over."

"Wonderful," she replied cheerfully. "We’ll be at your door in a minute."

He ended the call, still chuckling at his oversight. He didn’t even have house staff yet. Cleaning, organizing, laundry—he did it all himself. It didn’t strike him as odd. In his past life, he’d done it all for years.

But when Victor and Kaelan discovered this, they were stunned. They couldn’t believe their boss was vacuuming his own rugs and folding his shirts.

"You actually clean your own place?" Victor had asked, almost offended.

Since then, they had started helping out, occasionally taking over small tasks. Slowly, they were turning into glorified assistants rather than just bodyguards.

Victor had even grumbled once, "At this rate, we’ll be polishing your shoes next."

Rex had only laughed in response.

Moments later, the doorbell rang. Kaelan moved swiftly and opened the door with a vigilant gaze, his tall frame filling the entrance like a fortress wall. He scanned the visitors with the intensity of a trained predator sizing up potential threats. He looked every bit the part of an elite bodyguard—muscular, sharp-eyed, and serious.

The poor staff didn’t even get a chance to say "hello" before they were hit with the full force of Kaelan’s "Who are you and why are you here?" expression.

His sharp eyes immediately startled the group of delivery staff—especially the young female staff member at the front.

Her beautiful, carefully rehearsed smile froze mid-expression like someone had hit pause on her remote.

This was not how it was supposed to go.

She had fought a great war against her female colleagues for this opportunity, and only won because of her previous excellent performance.

They’d all wanted to be the one to deliver clothes to him—the man who had caused a stir across Luvation’s boutique ever since his visit. She had imagined it dozens of times: the door would swing open, he would be standing there—tall, regal, impossibly handsome. Their eyes would meet, and just like in a romantic movie, time would slow. The air would shimmer, background music would play, maybe some flower petals would drift down even though it wasn’t spring, a soft wind would lift her hair, and in the distance, a bell would ring—the bell of fate.

He’d be captivated by her at first sight, swept away by her beauty. He would pull her into his arms, press her against the wall, and with a deep, magnetic voice, say, "Be mine."

(End of Chapter)