Chapter 10 Undercover

"Don't cry, I was wrong ... " Zev's tone was harsh, but he admitted his mistakes just as quickly. Kelly once thought he was just putting on an act, but over time, she realized—he only treated her this way. To everyone else, he barely showed any expression, as if even speaking an extra word was a charity. "I have nowhere to go. Let me sleep for a while ... " Zev flipped onto the bed, shut his eyes, and made himself right at home. Kelly quickly got up, intending to grab her worn, unwashed clothes from the floor and put them back on. "I brought you clean clothes and toiletries. They're on the couch." Zev spoke casually, eyes still closed. Kelly glanced at the bags on the couch. Inside were clothes in her exact size, along with face wash and skincare products for women. She didn't touch them. Instead, with stubborn pride, she picked up her dirty clothes, put them back on, and curled up on the couch. Half an hour passed. Frustration bubbling inside her, Kelly finally got up and walked over to the bed, glaring at the peacefully sleeping Zev. Does he think my place is some kind of hotel? This criminal—this shameless terrorist. "You, get up," Kelly gave him a shove, gesturing. But Zev didn't even open his eyes. There was nothing she could do. Clenching her fists in anger, she even considered smothering him with a pillow. But the sharp scent of blood made her instincts kick in. Her medical training took over, and she reached out, pulling open his jacket. Underneath, Zev wore a white T-shirt—completely soaked in blood. Kelly sucked in a breath. She quickly lifted his shirt. A piece of gauze was taped over his upper chest, already drenched in red. The wound was from a gunshot, still not fully healed, and now bleeding again. At that moment, all Kelly could think was—Zev was incredibly lucky to be alive. She had seen him with her own eyes, shot by a stray bullet, lying in a pool of blood. Yet somehow, he had survived. It had to be thanks to his solid, muscular build. His body was lean and strong, without an ounce of excess fat—the kind of physique that made anything he wore look straight out of a fashion ad. Kelly pushed at him again, but he was burning up with fever and completely unresponsive. If he didn't get to a hospital soon, he could die. Her eyes fell on a new phone beside the bed. After a long moment of hesitation, she picked it up and dialed the emergency number. But as soon as the operator answered, she found herself unable to say a single word. In the end, she hung up and sent a text instead. The police arrived quickly. Both Zev and Kelly were taken in for questioning. On the way to the station, Zev woke up. His face was pale, but he still managed a weak, amused smile at Kelly. "Kelly, you have no heart." Kelly turned away, signing with her hands, "You're a criminal. Even if you escaped this time, the law will catch up with you." Zev didn't argue. For once, he was eerily quiet and cooperative. Kelly couldn't help but wonder, Had he turned over a new leaf? "You should be in a hospital, not running around. Do you have a death wish?" The moment they stepped into the station, a middle-aged man in a military uniform walked up and slapped Zev across the face. Zev furrowed his brows, muttering under his breath, "If I hadn't run, my wife would've left me." Kelly's head snapped toward the man—his commanding presence was unmistakable. She recognized him instantly. Gary Wagner. He was the peacekeeping officer who had rescued them. "This isn't something that can be explained in a few words," Gary told her, his tone serious. "It's classified. But I can tell you this—Zev is one of us. Five years ago, he was sent undercover to infiltrate Lucas' organization. Because of him, we were able to take down Lucas' terrorist group so quickly." Kelly froze. She couldn't process it. "Gary, don't scare her. She's timid," Zev said with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. "Enough with the jokes! Get back to base, now!" Gary snapped, clearly furious. Zev had disobeyed orders and gone rogue. Zev didn't argue. Instead, he turned back to Kelly, his expression deeply wounded. "Kelly, you've abandoned me twice now ... " his voice was low, filled with emotion. "I'm not letting you go. No matter what, I'll always come back to you." Kelly stood frozen as she watched Gary drag Zev away. She still hadn't snapped out of it. Zev—the same reckless, infuriating man she knew—was an undercover agent for the peacekeeping forces. Even Lucas had never suspected him. And neither had she. His act had been flawless.