129: HER LIPS ON HIS NECK

HER LIPS ON HIS NECK

In the end, Iris chose to get changed inside the bathroom, thankfully, that feeling of being watched had disappeared. It was probably because she was too tired and started imagining things.

Iris toweled her hair, but it would take time for it to really dry, thus she let her damp hair cascade down her back, at least, there was no more water dripping from it.

She walked out of the bathroom and her eyes met with Cane again. He stared at her for a while, before he beckoned her to come closer to him.

Iris relented and stood up two steps away from him. "Yes?" She asked in a timid voice, glancing at the papers in his hands and immediately knew what he wanted from her.

However, Cane didn't hand her over the scrolls, instead he started asking her. "Do you know the Karam language, Kars?"

"Yes." Iris learned a few languages from different continents and she could say that she was fluent in Kars, same as with Andel.

Cane nodded. "How fluent?" He himself could only handle a daily conversation in Kars and because he didn't use it for a long time, he was not sure if it was sufficient.

"Same as Andel."

Cane nodded again, seemingly satisfied with her answer. "You will come with me tomorrow to find the head of the Rosantine guild."

Iris was surprised to hear that, though she didn't object to it immediately, she still had some doubts. "I don't know about trading, I am not sure what to say." She had never haggled for anything in her life, how could she talk to the head of a guild?

"You only need to inquire about the price of the Asturi stem."

"But, what if they try to fool me?"

"And what if they did?" Cane knitted his brows and when he saw Iris was having a hard time seeing the situation clearly, he simply said. "The couple will pay whatever the price that I paid to get the item. Why would I bother to haggle?"

Only then did Iris understand. The alpha didn't even want to be bothered by such a thing. For some reason, Iris felt bad for the couple. Wouldn't it make Cane look irresponsible?

But then, he had never agreed to haggle for the item for them.

Iris realized that Cane was a little bit cunning…

"Do you know what the Asturi stem is used for?"

Iris shook her head.

Cane didn't really hope for her to know about it, he only thought that maybe she stumbled on it when she read somewhere.

"Translate this and wake me up when you are done." Cane tossed the four scrolls in his hand toward Iris, as he laid down on the bed.

Iris managed to catch two scrolls, but the other two fell on the floor. She didn't have any complaints, though. This was not the first time he asked her to do this, more so, she preferred this than seeing him spiral out of control.

From what she learned, Cane was suffering from acute insomnia. He had tried a lot of things to help him fall asleep, but none of them worked on him.

Yet, seeing him right now, Iris was having doubts, because he could sleep just fine… was his insomnia even severe?

Shaking her head, she took all the four scrolls to the table and started to translate them.

Meanwhile, Cane closed his eyes, he put his guard down, as he indulged himself in the sweet scent that lingered in this room. His headache gradually dissipated and soon sleepiness came to him, something that was so peaceful, which he thought he would never experience again.

Outside, it was hard to tell whether it was day or night, since they were underground, but soon after Iris translated the fourth scroll, she couldn't hold back her drowsiness any longer. Her eyes were so heavy. Today was so tiring, whether it was mentally or physically. She wanted to close her eyes for a while…

She nodded off and rested her head on the table, using her arm as a cushion. There were only two more paragraphs left in the last scroll, but she couldn't hold back anymore.

In the end, she fell asleep, without knowing there was someone standing right outside the window, watching her. His eyes were so dark, like a night sky, as he looked at her intensely, as if trying to find something in her.

However, he immediately got away from there when the alpha stirred awake, feeling his presence.

Fortunately, he was already gone when Cane got off the bed and went to the window, there was no one there and Iris was already snoozing off. 

He stared at the girl for a while and then looked at the work that she had managed to finish. There was a complicated feeling that flashed in his eyes to see her.2

She was his mate, she bore his mark on her neck. More so, she was nothing like her father, but he didn't feel right to treat her as one, despite the mate bond that was steadily growing between them.

This bond only made him feel ill at ease.

Cane looked at her deeply and out of impulse, he extended his hand to touch her hair that stuck to the sides of her face and splayed on the table.

Just like he thought, her hair felt so soft to his touch. He fiddled with the strands of her hair between his fingers. He didn't think that he had ever touched something so soft like this in the past ten years.

"What should I do with you?" Cane murmured to himself, as he bent down his body and carried Iris to the bed. She would hurt herself if she slept in that position for too long, moreover, it was just an excuse asking her to translate those reports.

Not all the reports needed to be translated.

But then, his body stiffened when Iris wrapped her arms around his neck unconsciously, her lips grazed his neck, while her warm breath caressed his skin. She snuggled closer to him because she felt cold.

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