Chapter 45 45
Phoebe~~
Knox had been acting weird since he saved me from that cave. I had tried to find out why he had been so weak, but he didn't want to explain. All I could guess was that he smelled like a demon because of the curse, but it was actually the first time perceiving such a foul smell from him, yet he wasn't bothered about it.
How he came into that cave, and I didn't get to see his face until we were out, was still mysterious, and no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't find an answer to that.
I had tried talking to Levi about it because he was the one who was impersonated to take me out, and he promised that they were looking into the incident to find the mastermind behind it. I also discussed with Angeline and the slave mistress about it, and all they concluded was that whoever imposed Levi had a charm or there was more to it. In addition, the cave wasn't just an ordinary one, and they believed it was what affected Knox.
But I couldn't believe it. Even if the imposter had a charm and the cave had one, it couldn't affect Knox and not me first. The only issue I had in that cave was my wolf not being active; aside from that, I had no other problem. But Knox was dangerously weak and had a smell that would scare away a fly from his side.
In two days, I resumed my role in the club, because that happens to be my major reason for staying intact without causing trouble. The money I got tipped by the clients was good enough and was saving my ass several times. Angeline had given me another bottle of the drug, and I knew it would last for over a month, which meant I would have enough money.
That night, I went to the club so early so I could handle two men before dawn, and it worked out perfectly as I planned. I had the men satisfied with the deep sleep, and when they woke up, tipped me as usual, and I left them.
I was heading to the balcony when I stumbled onto someone climbing the stairs. I looked intently, and it was the lady whose face was always covered with a veil, so I recalled what the slave mistress had said to me if I felt so anxious and wanted to know who she was.
Like in the past, I expected her to stop and stare at me curiously, so I would use that opportunity to fling out her veil. But she did not even glance towards me. She stepped away like she had something urgent to take care of, while I stayed there, watching her vanishing figure until I was finally left alone on the balcony.
I transfixed my palms on my waist and then leaned on the railing there. Why could such a young lady be covering her face? Did she have a scar across her face that made her ugly? But the little I could see, she was pretty. Just that, I wouldn't be able to recognise who she was if she ever took off the veil.
After so much thought about what had no business with me, I continued leaving the club. I joined Levi in the car, and we headed back to the palace, but I didn't expect to see Knox leaning on one of his cars as though he was getting set to leave.
I rushed towards him and grabbed his hand, then kissed it. “Are you well at all? Your temperature doesn't seem okay.”
He nodded and tucked my hair behind my ears. “Can you stop going to the club? I hate it already.”
“I love it now, so I'm not stopping.” I winked at him, and he scowled at me, but I didn't care. “Do you know about a woman who works in your club and is always covered in a veil? I've met her twice now, and she doesn't seem right to me working in such a place.”
He breathed out while rubbing his palm on my hair. “There's no such woman like that. Before anyone is employed, I see what they look like, even though I do not interview them myself. So, if there's one with a veil, I should know about her too.”
“Then, does it mean she started putting it on after being employed, or isn't she an employee?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “Any of them could be the response.”
I finally had to give up on knowing who the lady was, unless she approached me again, so I closed the distance between us and leaned my body on him.
He raised me into his arms and began walking towards the palace building, and I didn't even act like I was shocked, but relaxed in his arms like a child. He lay me on his bed and covered me in a duvet, and honestly, I was beginning to feel sleepy.
“I have a lot to take care of in the office, so I'll see you when I'm back,” he said and kissed my forehead.
“Bye!” I waved my hand at him, and he smiled at me before walking out. Doesn't it look sweet? He was beginning to give in despite knowing the repercussions. He must have thought about it and decided it wouldn't make sense losing the love of his life, so even if it meant dying, he wouldn't care.
Whereas I aimed to watch his corpse and drop a flower in memory of him, and how I took my revenge. If I ever succeeded, I would make sure to take his people back to my father's pack, but the slave mistress, Angeline, and Levi would be exempt from their treatment.
Or, should I just leave his masses out of this? Maybe they know nothing.
I slept for quite a long time, because when I woke up, it was midday. Alone in the room, I thought of what to do after I had eaten and freshened up.
As I climbed down from the bed, I saw a tray of meals on the centre table. I reached closer, and a piece of paper was placed under the tray so it wouldn't fly off the table.
\[Alpha Knox had this prepared specially for you before leaving for work. Have a nice day!\]
My lips twitched. Why would he do that?
And so what? He must think that preparing the meal for me would make me start falling for him and not execute my plans. But that was a fat lie. Who cared how he showered his love on me? I think that will make the heartbreak so enticing more than mine. By the time he realises that I never loved him at his point of death, he would wish for a second chance to correct his mistakes.
I almost tore the paper apart, but bit my lower lip so hard and dropped it back. I would cause a scene if he found out what I did to the letter, because I would assume that I was angry.
Still, I had to eat, because of course, his meals were always sweet.
I emptied the plate in minutes, then headed out to my room so I could wash up. By the time I was done, I thought of what to do and had no idea. So my wolf suggested something, ‘I'm not saying this because of your plans, but just so we would be busy. What about we do laundry for him? It would soothe his heart.’
And my fucking wolf forgot that when it soothes his heart, my plan would be coming true without so much stress.