Chapter 169 His Job
Seeing the worry on her face, Lance’s heart softened. Without thinking, his hand reached out to gently pat her head, just like he used to. Surprisingly, Addison didn’t flinch or pull away. The familiar gesture seemed to comfort her, and that simple acceptance filled Lance with quiet joy.
"No," he said, his voice gentler now. "Nothing like that. I was called to discuss the logistics of the wheat and grain harvest from the South. We’re coordinating the transport of crops and livestock to minimize the damage from the locust swarm. Your father just wanted to go over the final plans."
"Wait, isn’t the harvest season still a bit far off?" Addison asked, brows slightly furrowed.
"The Alpha King suggested an early harvest," Lance explained with a shrug. "It might affect the quality, sure, but it’s better than letting everything go to waste, don’t you think?"
His voice softened as he looked at her, his gaze gentle.
"That makes sense..." Addison murmured. "Actually, I’m also being summoned by my father, but I need to stop by my palace first. You can go ahead—"
She turned to leave, but just as she took a step, Lance’s hand shot out like an arrow and gently caught her wrist.
"C-Can we go together?" Lance asked, his voice soft and hesitant. "I’ll wait for you outside your palace... and we can head there together. Is that okay?"
He looked almost painfully tense, his eyes pleading, like he feared she might hate him. When he realized he was still holding her wrist, he let go reluctantly.