Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 10: Aunt

KIAN

"I hope you had a good night." I offer him my get-under-your-skin smile. I know it makes his blood boil every time he sees it.

"A very good one in fact." He returns me with a smile that can be classified more as a snarl than a smile. He uses an underlying tone of irritation as he utters the line. It is almost cute how he thinks that his sarcasm will get under my skin.

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"Anything significant happened on your end?" I ask, trying to strike up a 'normal human-like' conversation with him because it seems almost impossible with him.

"Nothing." Lain looks exhausted, there are faint purple bags underneath his eyes as he tries his best not to let his eyes droop, "You made me stay up all night all for naught."

He wants compensation? He ain't getting none. "My bad." I don't sound at all sorry, "You can take the day off once we reach the fortress."

"I am not your employee." The fire in his eyes is not subsiding even when he is half-asleep.

"You are my captive," I reply matter-of-factly.

Lain glowers at me but doesn't argue back as he knows it is nothing but a waste of his time and energy.

The carriage jerks a little as it makes its way down the town and toward my residence. Jennifer is still unheard of and it is the only thing that is bugging me the most. Lain is under control and the mysterious 'ghost' is still out of the picture—though I don't know for how long. The only problem is Jennifer. I can't let the hag ruin it for me.

"So, you slept with the maiden you were watching over?" Lain is trying not to fall asleep. This is why he is talking to me even if he doesn't like it.

"Everyone in this Kingdom is trying to get me to sleep with their daughters or granddaughters." I leisurely throw my hand in the air, "So this should be pretty obvious that I had a very...passionate night."

Lain visibly scrunches his nose in pure indignation, instantly regretting that he ever opened his mouth in the first place. So I am tempted to indignant him even more.

"She had such slender legs." I start, my eyes sparkling with obvious mischief, "So tight cu—"

"Oh for the love of Gods, I am not interested in how the girl's pussy felt wrapped around your cock." Lain looks like he wants nothing more than to jump out of the running carriage and get the hell away from me, "I shouldn't have asked you about this in the first place."

I grin. Genuinely this time. Pleased with myself.

Lain pauses for a millisecond at the sight of my grin but quickly turns his gaze away, making me almost doubt what I just caught.

He clears his throat, "This is concerning."

"What is concerning?" I raise an eyebrow, my interest piqued.

"No attack the previous night." Lain changes the subject, making the slightly charged air between us snuff out.

But I don't mind as my mind already drifts toward the thing he said. I have thought the same thing and I wanted to see if Lain caught up to the information yet. And certainly, he did. "It indeed is" 'But not as concerning as you are to me, Lain.'

"What are you going to do about this?" Lain looks at me with those sleepy emerald eyes. "Why did the murderer not show up? Did it know that we would be guarding the victims?"

"We need to ask the murderer for the specific piece of information, Lain." I look outside the carriage to the bustling streets of Oblivarae.

This is comical how the citizens out there are so free. And thinks that their supreme ruler—me—will bring heaven to them. Who will solve everything when I am struggling with a simple murder case. No, it is not simple. It is beyond simple. I just hope that the oblivious people out there will never know how 'simple' it is. Because no one should experience it.

Lain is quiet for a while. I turn my face forward just to find Lain deep in slumber. His head is nodding off, and his fluffy, light brown hair moves with the motion. His breathing is slow and peaceful. He looks so peaceful while he is sleeping, exactly polarizing the tsunami that he is when he is waking.

A sigh rumbles through me as I reach out and take his soft face in my palm. His face is so small compared to my palm that I could crush him without trying a second time. But my intention for holding him like this is not to crush his head but to hold his head while he sleeps so that he wouldn't hurt himself.

This is the second time I am doing this. And I am pretty sure that it has become my daily to-do thing already. I should hate it. But I don't for some reason. I shouldn't care if Lain hurts himself while sleeping. But there are very few things out there which I 'should' do out there but I don't. Because I simply don't want to. And it is one of them. My wants...

The carriage stops when we are inside the gates of the castle. And something tugs at my guts and tells me not to wake Lain up from his slumber. So I carefully slip one arm under his knee and another supporting his back. I am surprised that I can be 'gentle'.

Lain weighs nothing as I lift him up in my arms. He fits perfectly in there. The soft scent of damp soil and warmth is wafting off of him and grazing my nostrils. I revel in the feelings unintentionally.

Fred doesn't say anything—he doesn't even bat an eye—as I carry Lain into the castle, holding him close to my chest. But the moment I enter the fortress, my strides halt and something bone-chilling slithers up my spine and tightens around my throat and my sulk, squeezing like a vise.

"Hey, nephew." Her voice slashes through the air, making me grimace.

"Aunt."