122: A PEACEFUL NIGHT

A PEACEFUL NIGHT

"P- pardon me?" Iris blanched when she heard the command. Her fists tightened under her long sleeves.

She wanted to say that there were literally brothels around them, he could pick anyone to his desire and fulfill his needs to his heart's content, with someone that could give him pleasure, instead of her, who knew nothing about it.

But then, the thought of him sleeping with someone else didn't sit well with her.

"Lay down on the bed," Cane repeated what he said earlier. He kneaded his forehead, seemingly trying to alleviate some pain, which made her a little bit worried.

Was this the feeling of seeing your man in pain?

If she could be worried about him, even over a little bit of discomfort that he felt, despite what he had done to her and hurt her, Iris couldn't imagine what kind of agony that Cane would feel whenever he remembered his late mate.

How he felt when he saw with his own eyes, his other half being killed brutally, along with their firstborn.

He didn't even show much emotion when she showed him the place where she buried the remains of his firstborn and his twin siblings.

"What are you staring at?" His voice was cold, but then he had never really warmed up to her, even after knowing what she had done.

In the end, since Iris knew she didn't have any other choice, she went to the bed and was about to take off her clothes, but then Cane stopped her.

"Just lay down."

Iris blinked her eyes, yet she remembered that he didn't need her to do that, thus she laid on the bed, waiting to see what he was going to do with her and braced herself for the inevitable.

However, even after a few minutes of waiting, Cane didn't do anything, he didn't make any move on her.

What was he waiting for?

Iris was nervous, but then she became curious because Cane didn't do anything, nor did he approach her. She tilted her head to look at him and what she saw stunned her.

Cane was actually sleeping, his eyes were tightly shut while his head lolled to the side, as he was still sitting in the same position. Was he really sleeping now?

What was the point of calling her here when he wanted to sleep?

Iris pursed her lips. It was not that she wanted something to happen between them. The tips of her ears turned red for having such thoughts. She was having a hard time guessing what was on his mind.

But then, knowing he wouldn't do anything, Iris turned her body and lay on her side, so she could look at him clearly.

He looked less scary when he was sleeping, though she couldn't say that he looked peaceful, because there was a tight knit between his brows, as if even in his sleep he couldn't rest.

There was this long scar on the left side of his face. It traversed from his right cheek to his left cheek over the bridge of his nose.

But, it was not the thing that made him look scary. Iris didn't think he was scary with that scar. A lot of people had scars, even though not all of them were visible like the one he had.

As for her, there was nothing about scars that could scare her, after all a scar was only a reminder of how strong he had been and how he had survived, despite every cruel thing that was thrown in his way.

However, it was his cold and unfeeling nature that rendered Iris unable to stand the sight of him. She hated it when he was not able to control himself and let his past dictate his actions. His mind would be clouded by his pain at times like that.

"I hope you will not be in pain anymore…" Iris muttered under her breath, as she closed her eyes. She felt tired and a little bit sluggish now her worries had been proven unfounded and she knew that he wouldn't hurt her.

In the end, she fell asleep as fast as Cane did when she was there.

This small room was engulfed with tranquility, as both of them enjoyed each other's company, but around midnight, there was a soft knock on the door, which immediately woke Cane up. He looked very sober for someone who just slept so well after a long time.

Cane stood up and glanced at the bed, where Iris was sleeping soundly, her lips were slightly ajar and her auburn hair scattered on the pillow and the sheets beneath her.

He couldn't understand why he wouldn't have nightmares whenever she was nearby, but then he would think of this as a perk of the mate bond between them.

Cane walked toward the door and opened it, but he didn't let the person see inside the room, as he came out right away.

"Let's talk somewhere else," he said to Arthur, who looked travel-worn. Thick dust coated his cloak, but he followed the alpha to the bar, where it was still lively and ordered two drinks for both of them. "What did you find?"2

"The king sent the crown prince to this pack and he and his advisor are in an Inn two streets from here," Arthur started.

Cane knew about that, but he didn't mention it. "What else?"

"I think you must have seen him at the auction, because he came to buy something from the black market, but he went to the auction instead."

"I have seen him. What is the item that he wants to buy from the black market?"

"From what Clad and I gathered, it's a herb. A medicinal herb."

Cane narrowed his eyes, but he didn't interrupt and let him continue to explain.

"I am not sure what Medicinal herb that the king wants, but he is willing to pay an exorbitant price for that. He even gave the crown prince the golden stamp." Arthur then explained briefly the golden stamp incident from five years ago, and it was not so different from what Redmond had told him. "That's why it is so significant for the king to give the item to him again."

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