Chapter 185: Elliot’s injury
"Now?" Melody inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, you agreed to be a servant," Izaak replied firmly.
"Give me a moment to lock the house, Your Highness," Melody responded, asking the prince for a bit of time. "And I need to bring these with me," she added, pointing toward the items, which Izaak gave her a moment ago.
Zerah rushed into the hut and asked Izaak to hurry. "If we don’t get out of this town now, the carriage may get stuck in the middle, Your Highness," he urged.
"Take these with you. We are leaving," Izaak said, signaling at the baskets.
Zerah didn’t question him despite he was a bit perplexed. He was quick them out with the coachman and readied the umbrella for Izaak.
As Izaak and Melody stepped out of the hut, she carefully locked the door from the outside, tucking the key securely into the pocket of her dress. She turned around just as Izaak’s cold hand gently rested on her back, pulling her under the umbrella with him. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she followed his lead towards the waiting carriage, her breath catching in her throat for a moment.
Izaak helped her into the carriage before climbing in himself and closing the door behind them.
Melody glanced at Izaak, noticing his slightly drenched hair and the water droplets trickling down his forehead. The sight made her gulp involuntarily.