Chapter 149 – Calm Days – IV
Out of the corner of her eye, Hera caught a flicker of movement. A figure dressed in white had stepped out from the flickering shadows, and the pale light cast a warm glow on the curtain surrounding their improvised love nest. A healer, no doubt, making her rounds. Hera’s heart pounded in her chest, but even overcome with pleasure, she acted quickly.
The figure approached, the soft sound of her steps nearly drowned out by the cacophony of Hera’s own heartbeat. The curtain was drawn back with a whisper, and the healer’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight before her.
Glenn lay still, peacefully asleep, his breathing regular and deep. Hera was lying beside him, her chest rising and falling in a perfect imitation of rest, her hand clutching the sheets as if she hadn’t just been writhing in ecstasy moments before.
The healer’s eyes swept over them, lingering briefly on the state of the bandages wrapped around Glenn’s body. They were slightly askew, with a few strands of hair stuck to the sticky residue of the alchemical salve applied to his wounds, along with faint bloodstains in peripheral areas but nothing urgent that required immediate attention. A strange scent mingled with the familiar smell of herbs, healing balm, recovery lotions, and the musk of an occupied bed.
Her gaze scanned the room, pausing for a moment on the rumpled bed and the crooked bandages.
With a subtle nod to herself, the woman in white turned away, apparently satisfied with her own conclusions. As the curtain closed, tension melted from Hera’s body. Her grip on Glenn relaxed, and she released a silent sigh of relief. They had been so close to being caught publicly. But somehow, they had managed to maintain the illusion of innocence. It was paper-thin, but just enough to shield them from the consequences.
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Another day bid farewell to the skies of Atlas. The translucent curtains of the infirmary swayed gently, stirred by the warm breeze of late afternoon. The amber sunlight kissed the mosaic floor, lending the hospital room an almost sacred tranquility a stark contrast to what was going on in Glenn’s mind.
Aster and Hera remained at his side, unwavering in their quiet vigil.
Hera, especially, seemed to instinctively avoid the young master’s eyes. Whenever their gazes met, a faint flush would bloom across her golden cheeks. The memory of their forbidden night still lingered between embarrassment and desire.
Aster, on the other hand, remained her usual energetic, charming self yet even she seemed to sense that something inside Glenn had shifted deeply. There was more silence in his presence now, less room for playfulness.