We get to hear the story from Oswin's point of view in this chapter :) By the way, have you ever eaten porridge?
OSWIN's POVAt around midnight, an indistinct, trembling sound woke me up from my sleep. Sitting up on the cold, hard floor, I blinked and looked around, trying to find the source of the noise and comprehend the mumbling voice."Hmm... Cold, so cold."There, I saw movement on the bed. It didn't take me long to figure out where the noise came from. Springing to my feet, I rushed to the bed, only to find Elena trembling like a fledgling under the blanket. Her face contorted with pain, judging by how her eyebrows were drawn together and her rapid breathing. Her lips quivered, and her teeth chattered as she continued to mumble incoherently. It seems I made the right decision not to sleep on the sofa. Instead, I chose to sleep on the floor next to her bed, worried that she might feel unwell during the night and I wouldn't be able to hear her.And I was right.I placed my hand on her forehead, and my eyes widened in shock at the intense heat radiating from her skin.She is burning up. Is she
ELENA's POVI finally recovered and returned to my original state thanks to Oswin's intense care for two consecutive days. No one could even believe that our roles got swapped, with me staying in bed and him running around doing things like cooking, cleaning, and other household chores. Though the food he cooked almost caused a malfunction in the human body system, I still ate it till the bowl was empty, ignoring how my throat and stomach were wailing to spit the content out. I couldn't watch his effort going to waste.Besides, who else would be honored to eat food made by the glorious elf king? I bet people—I mean, elves—in Aldous would have agreed to do anything to trade place with me."Good. You really are getting better." His touch snapped me out of my thoughts.I looked up at his palm on my forehead and swallowed hard, trying my best to control the beat of my heart that threatened to jump out of my chest. "Y-yeah," I stuttered, though I didn't know why. Or maybe I knew, but I just
ELENA's POV: "I believe there is no need for your explanation, Miss Dixons," said Robert, his voice carrying a gravitas that displayed his professionalism."B-but...I... he...," I stammered, trying to find words to defend Oswin. However, Robert's aura was intimidating, making me unable to form proper sentences. Gosh! I couldn't even maintain eye contact with him. Was this the aura of all lawyers?As I looked to the floor, my eyes fixated on his black cap-toe oxfords. All sorts of worries filled my head. I didn't want Oswin to go to the police or court. The risks were high, and the consequences were severe. His identity would be exposed, and things would get complicated. Additionally, it would also mean that James would find out the truth. I knew I was wrong for lying to him in the first place; still, I planned to tell him everything once the time was right.But that time was definitely not now.So, the question was... what should I say to save the situation?"Miss Dixons? Elena Dixons
***FLASHBACK***THIRD PERSON's POVYesterday midnight, at Thomas's house,A long shadow cast on the wooden floorboard, moving around swiftly but without a single creaking sound, showing off how excellent his foot skills were. Despite the towering height, the owner of the shadow skillfully sauntered into the house as if he owned it. As he reached the living room, he looked to the left, where two swords were hung in a wide horizontal X-form as a part of the decoration on the sage green painted wall. After plucking one off the original place, he headed to the middle of the room, making sure to smash every breakable thing along the way.This time, he deliberately made noises."It is time for those sleepyheads to wake up," he murmured.When he saw the grand stairs that led upstairs, he paused and readjusted the weapon in his hand, wielding it skillfully in a horizontal eight-figure—a picture of someone who had undergone the arts of sword fighting and even mastered it."And they call this a
ELENA's POVThe disappearance of Thomas and his sons remained a mystery to me because Oswin refused to tell me anything. No matter how hard I tried to grill him for information, he remained tight-lipped like his lips were permanently glued shut—though not literally, of course.Still, regardless of how much he tried to hide, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this mysterious disappearance was his doing.I tried asking him again and again, but he was so adamant about keeping it from me. Knowing it was useless no matter what, I decided to drop the subject. After all, things should be okay since the trio's faces weren't on TV, especially on news channels that murder cases. That meant that they were still alive. That was all that mattered. That was all I hoped to know.The transfer of ownership of Thomas's restaurant to James took only two weeks. It was faster than I could have expected. In less than a month, I was swamped helping James manage two restaurants simultaneously. We thought w
ELENA's POV"I can't believe you. We have worked hard for this money, and you want to spend it on some unnecessary things such as liquor. Do you think that money is easily earned all the time?" I hissed, folding my arms across my chest. I couldn't figure out why I was feeling mad today. My period wouldn't be here until two more weeks, so I had no clue what triggered my bad mood."But I earned it easily, though," Oswin said, arching his right eyebrow in a questioning tone and manner. "Don't you see how I help James' business to thrive? Don't you see how happy he is?""Yeah, easily earned, alright," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "By flashing your smiles around? What is it next time? Walk half-naked as a display?""What's wrong with you?" he said, furrowing his brows and looking at me without blinking.Both of us frowned and stared at each other for a while without uttering a single word until I was the one who looked away, becoming the first to break eye contact. "I am tired. Let's go hom
🔞Warning🔞: This chapter contains slightly mature content (just a light one). *******ELENA's POVThe position we were in reminded me of the same thing not so long ago. It was the moment he said I deserved punishment. However, this one was more intense, given that our lips were silently communicating. Well, we weren't exactly kissing because our lips remained still. But they touched! And gosh, I just wanted to comment on how soft Oswin's lips were. His lips—when he wasn't talking and commanding with his royal aura—had always looked so kissable. That was what I thought. Now that I had a chance to taste them, I have just confirmed my theory.They were delectable. Wait. Did I say that? My eyes widened at the thought. Instinctively, my hands moved to his chest with the intention of shoving him away—although it seemed a little too late for that because I should have done it earlier. The levity in our current situation, though, was that I didn't push him away. I simply placed my hand on
🔞Warning🔞: This chapter contains mature writing. Please read at your own discretion. If you are not comfortable with this, just skip the entire chapter.******* OSWIN's POVI thought her scent—she smelled like a combination of jasmine and lemongrass—was sweet, but so did her moan. Her juice was savory, filling the taste buds on my tongue with a strawberry flavor. I couldn't help but smile at her skin, which was already starting to get wet of its own accord and not just by my saliva alone. As her luscious voice filled the room with increasing intensity, the warmth within her grew, eventually causing it to flow and trickle down her inner thighs.Now, I had never been with a female human before, so I didn't know how the body worked. Was she supposed to be this soak? Because female elves didn't. The only type I knew who could produce this much natural lubricant was Omega wolves, especially when they were in heat. Not only did their bodies produce slick, but their scents would also be sw