Chapter 135: Encounter
They were in a small yacht, looking at the waters. Spade had a grim expression, and he seemed to be already at his boiling point with each minute that passed by.
He still wanted to be positive after his initial panic subsided—or, it should not be said, calmed down—but he could finally think rationally at least. So, while he was looking at the sea, he already sent some people to look around the island.
Spade knew there was also a possibility that when Arren finally realized that he had wandered too far from the shore, he would swim back, and he might have ended up in another part of the island.
He was searching at the sea and the island at the same time, however, he was more inclined to think that Arren already had come up in the other part of the island. Since he was here on a secret vacation, Spade didn’t want to cause as much commotion as possible.
But if he didn’t see Arren until tomorrow, he wouldn’t care anymore, and he would use every means to search every crook and cranny of this island to find him.
His eyes were dark, and his pheromones had long warded off the royal guards with him; they had been there for an hour and hadn’t found anyone. Spade wasn’t urging them anymore, unlike earlier when he almost shouted at them to hurry up; he was instead waiting for the news of the people he sent to the island.
It was already dark, and it was almost seven in the evening. Compared to the hot temperature when it was daytime, it was a bit cold in the evening. And with his emotions in disarray, the temperature seemed to drop even more in his vicinity.
Spade’s right hand was tightly clenched into a fist; bulging veins surfaced on it while his left hand was gripping the railings. He was still tense and extremely worried about the situation with his omega.
However, more than that, a kind of guilt and self-blame were rooted inside of him. Spade’s mind was so chaotic that there were what-ifs lingering around.