Chapter 22: Checking up on her

“Wife,” Regan called as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind. He glanced at Grace and the handmaid bowed to Ivorie before scurrying out of the room.

He walked over to his closet, changing into a loose cloth as he wasn't going anywhere. He had finished training with some recruits and had taken a fresh shower.

“How do you feel?” He asked Ivorie and the latter only glared at him. She wasn't going to speak to him.

Regan hummed as he took a seat near her. Ivorie shifted on the bed, cursing under breath as a small pain tugged her hips.

“I'm not going to eat you, you know.” Regan said in an amused tone.

“No, but I can't assure myself that you won't lock me up again!” Ivorie retorted in a sharp tone. Shit! She cursed in her mind. She had spoken to him.

“But you can. I give you my word, I won't lock you up again.” He said, placing his right hand on his left chest.

Ivorie scoffed. Like she could take his word for it. He was a ruthless beast whose words mean nothing to him even.

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