Chapter 388: Desire and possessiveness
"My Lord, it’s still hard to believe that you’re getting married. I’ve prepared the guest list for you," Arthur said, extending a sheet of paper secured to a clipboard towards Odin.
Odin set his goblet on the table beside the recliner and quickly scanned the list. "It looks good to me," he replied, satisfied.
"I’ll proceed with the invitations then, My Lord," Arthur confirmed.
"Make sure to bring me the first printed card. I’ll need to deliver it personally to the palace," Odin instructed. Arthur bowed respectfully before leaving the room.
After finishing his drink and setting the empty goblet back on the table, Odin couldn’t help but wonder what Venus was up to. The thought tugged at him, and with his inhuman speed, it didn’t take long for him to arrive outside her room.
He leaped onto the gallery leading to Venus’s room and noticed that the balcony door was slightly ajar. Without hesitation, he stepped inside.
The familiar, intoxicating scent that always seemed to surround Venus enveloped him, making it harder to understand how he had ever managed to ignore it. His gaze locked onto Venus, who stood before the mirror, struggling to zip up her dress. The sight of her, so focused and vulnerable, drew him in, his eyes lingering on her as if seeing her for the first time.
"Is there anyone outside?" Venus finally called out, hoping a servant might be nearby to help.
Her breath caught when she felt a presence behind her—one that was unmistakably Odin’s. Only he could enter her room so silently and effortlessly. Slowly, she lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes through the mirror.