Chapter 197: A Hidden Thorn
"Are you sure this is the same flower?" Madeline asked the equally clueless Ethan as they checked on the flower vase the next morning. Their blank gazes stared intensely at it, yet none of them were able to explain the miracle of the half-dead flower returning to life. Not only did it grow to be healthy, but the once red rose was now a spotless white, and it filled Madeline’s head with endless suspicion.
"Did someone make a transplant?" With her brows knitted dubiously, she picked up the flower vase to inspect if anyone else had laid a hand on it when they left. Noticing little Ethan’s gaze turning despondent as he also wanted to take a peek, Madeline went on her knees so Ethan could also have a proper look at his flower.
"It’s white." Ethan commented as he touched the petal with a finger, and Madeline nodded her head in agreement.
"Yes, but a flower doesn’t grow overnight. It takes days. Hmmn.... Someone must have touched our flower last night. Should we investigate?"
As she inspected the flower including the vase itself, a certain someone watched her from the glass window outside. Amade was helping Cassian tend to the horses of his carriage, but the young lad immediately got distracted when he spotted Madeline and Ethan having what looked like an interesting conversation from the window.
After the intense dream he had about Madeline, Cassian had been asking himself non-stop about what he really wanted from her, and before he went to bed, he came to the final conclusion that he didn’t just need her body, but he needed her soul, heart, her loyalty, her attention, her love and everything that had to do with her.
Apparently, Madeline was the only woman who succeeded in making his heart race in excitement, fear and worry. Even when he got locked up in the cell, his thoughts only ever revolved around her, and it got worse after that dream.
"Look at what you’ve done to me." He whispered with a hint of longing, his pining gaze glued to the young woman inside.
Noticing Cassian’s stolen attention, Amade clapped his shoulder, gaining the young lad’s concentration back as he instinctively moved away from the window, despite knowing he had already been caught.