My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 607: Chapter 467: Holmes’s Bold Idea

"By the way, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, why haven’t I seen Watson?" Chen Ze was a bit curious. After all, Watson always accompanied Sherlock Holmes, to the extent that they were frequently seen together.

Even in some works, there was a somewhat different sentiment between Watson and Holmes, so Chen Ze was genuinely puzzled why Holmes hadn’t called for Watson to join them.

"Well, Watson is a doctor, after all, and besides, I suspect he wouldn’t accept this." Holmes nodded, picked up his pipe, took a puff, and contentedly blew a smoke ring.

"I see... Well, you both sit for a while; I’ll go make some food for you." Chen Ze nodded, believing the explanation as it was quite possible for Watson to react that way.

Chen Ze then returned to his kitchen, planning to quickly make the chiffon cake Moriarty had requested, and maybe he could come out later and chat with Moriarty and the others.

"Professor Moriarty, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, here is your tea, and the complimentary dessert, matcha cake, please enjoy." Miss Betty walked out with two teapots and then brought out two matcha cakes from the kitchen, placing them on the table.

"Thank you, Miss Betty," Moriarty nodded with a smile.

"Much appreciated," Holmes said curtly, but his gaze seemed odd as if he were looking in a certain direction.

Curious, Betty turned to look and then saw Lord Hastur wearing black stockings and beautiful clothes, quietly drinking her cola.

Betty looked back at Holmes and, indeed, Holmes was no longer staring at Hastur, which relieved her.

After all, if Holmes were to develop an affection for Hastur, it would be quite a terrifying prospect, perhaps a variant of Saya’s Song?

However, Betty failed to notice that Moriarty was already exhibiting a meaningful smile.

"What’s this, the great detective has a heart that can be moved?" Moriarty chuckled, then poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.

"Not at all. Appreciating beauty is human instinct; I merely did what any man would do," Holmes shook his head, then picked up the green matcha cake, tasted it, and nodded in satisfaction.

The flavor of the matcha cake was pleasing, and Holmes very much liked the slightly bitter taste followed by sweetness.

"Is it? Appreciating beauty is indeed an instinct, but you seemed to have stared a bit too long," Moriarty sneered, looking over at Hastur.

Undeniably, Hastur was extremely beautiful, at least in this live stream form, dazzling onlookers.

And Hastur’s beauty was not commonplace; it was like the first love of every man. Moreover, the figure was also excellent. Moriarty had seen many women, but he had never seen anyone quite like Hastur.

Holmes didn’t respond. For this detective, who was absorbed in his cases, Hastur was indeed beautiful, but that was about it, although...

"Huh?" Chen Ze stood in the kitchen, somewhat dumbfounded.

"Really, I saw Mr. Sherlock Holmes’s eyes practically glued to Lord Hastur," added Betty quite candidly.

"Can that be?" Chen Ze found it hard to believe.

Although in "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" and other such works, Sherlock Holmes was portrayed as a very successful detective, a well-known figure, he was too perfect; hence there were scarcely any female characters in the stories who could become his wife.

And among all the female characters, probably the only one widely accepted was that woman.

The woman who failed to meet Holmes’s predetermined goal and thereby attracted him was also a character who appeared in many adaptations; one could even say that practically every Holmes would encounter her at least once.

She was an irresistibly charming woman.

Therefore, Chen Ze really couldn’t believe that Holmes would be tempted by another woman, but after all, this is reality, and Holmes is no longer just a character in books, so it’s really hard to say whether Holmes would be moved by Hastur’s attractiveness.

"Who knows," Betty shrugged, following her succubus intuition, she felt that Holmes was definitely smitten.

Chen Ze shook his head, He still needed to focus on making his chiffon cake well, and then see if he wanted to enjoy some juicy gossip, although Chen Ze wasn’t very optimistic about Holmes and Hastur.

After all, Lord Hastur was vastly different from Holmes in many ways, they weren’t even from the same world, but it was hard to say; what if Hastur decided to just have some fun?

"Miss Betty, would you mind refilling my teapot?" Just as Betty was about to continue with something else, Hastur called her away, giving Chen Ze some peace to concentrate on his cooking.

"Betty." Hastur wiped their mouth, having finished their meal. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"Of course, Lord Hastur, as per the manager’s orders, you don’t need to pay for the meal," Betty said with a smile as she came over, then made sure to speak a little louder on purpose.

"Hmm? Okay, then please let the manager know that it’s crucial he brings my things to the banquet tonight," Hastur nodded, which was the arrangement they had made with Chen Ze; as long as the Dragon payment was made, they wouldn’t need to spend any money for a long time.

"Certainly, Lord Hastur," Betty nodded and then ducked into the kitchen to pass the message to Chen Ze.

"Really?" Moriarty nudged Holmes with his elbow as Hastur approached closer and closer.

"Hmm," Sherlock Holmes nodded, then he too noticed Hastur heading towards the door. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The door was behind Sherlock Holmes, and in any case, it was quite possible that Hastur would walk past Holmes. For some reason, Holmes felt his heart rate increase slightly.

But that was just it, slightly.

Black hair that reached down to the waist, large eyes, perfect features, and a sexy figure all combined to exude an enchanting aura from Hastur.

Plus, that somewhat dispirited look in their eyes was also very attractive.

Hastur walked past Sherlock Holmes and then left through the door.

Holmes froze, he had just smelled a very pleasant scent, and he had to admit that for a moment, Holmes wanted to stand up and ask the beautiful lady for her name.

But then, love would only affect his reasoning, so Holmes didn’t get up.

Although...

There was indeed a moment of heart-flutter.

But it was just a moment.