True Alpha's Chosen Mate-Chapter 296: None of your business

FLASHBACK... 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Lisha glanced over her shoulder only to catch Sven, who was walking a few feet behind her, biting a gold coin. With someone who had lived for hundreds of years, Lisha could tell in an instant if someone bore ill intention. This man... didn’t smell he had an ulterior motive.

In fact, Lisha was certain. This man was like a fool who didn’t have any notion of the severity of his situation if Callie wasn’t the way she was. He was lucky he ended up in Callie’s hands and not in Lucien’s or her siblings.

"What’s up with this place?" Lisha’s brows rose when Sven stop biting the gold and set his attention on her back. "I mean, what’s wrong with you people? Isn’t this your home? Why are you acting so stiff?"

"I am a servant." Her voice was stiff as ever, keeping her eyes ahead but her focus on the person walking behind her.

Sven rocked his head because that made sense. "But your young lady isn’t. Isn’t she some sort of important person? She’s a little too stiff inside her own home." He pointed out, thinking about Callie.

He was already conscious when Callie came into that sitting room and he simply didn’t want to move because he wanted to stay for free for a few nights. Being tossed inside a prison was already something he expected and anything would be fine with him, to be honest, for as long as it wasn’t the street.

But he was certain Callie’s tone and aura was different when she was with Raoul, when she was alone, and when she came to know that he was conscious. With Raoul, she was a fierce lady who seemed capable of burning the world if she so pleased. Once alone, she was just lonely and needed a second to breathe, and then with Sven... was a curious lady.

Callie was good at concealing her feelings and if Sven didn’t know about what she was like when no one was looking, he would ’probably’ believe her act. So, Sven had seen her in a different light, seeing through her smoke and mirrors, and he could tell she was an odd lady.

"The matters of the manor are none of your concern. I would appreciate it if you don’t probe on things an outsider shouldn’t," Lisha replied coldly, glancing over her shoulder. "Leave the duchy just as promised and never come back. That will be better for you and for my lady."

"Alright..." Sven held his hand behind his head after keeping the pouch in his waistband. He walked leisurely as if he owned the place, looking around the furnished walls, the paintings which were beyond his simple taste, and the little porcelains on the stands they passed by.

One look and anyone could tell this place was owned by a wealthy family. But somehow, in his eyes, not only did it look dull, this place felt boring.

’I sort of understand her now,’ he thought, thinking Callie was the way she was because this place was utterly boring. He would also nurture multiple personalities in this place if he was in her place.

"She should go out," he voiced out after minutes of silence, receiving no reply from Lisha. "That pretty lady. She should go out and breathe. Not out as in out of this castle, but out of this country."

"I will only repeat it once. The matters in the manor and the masters living in it are none of your concern." This time, Lisha stopped. She turned around and faced him squarely. "My lady is not someone who is as careless as you. Please refrain from speaking as if you know everything. You don’t."

His lips pressed into a thin slash as he studied Lisha’s expression. "She’s not as careless as me because she didn’t have a choice," came out a blunt reply. "You’re right, though. What’s happening here is none of my business and I don’t plan on getting tangled in whatever mess that I am unaware off. I’m just pointing out, what I’ve seen and heard and what sort of conclusion I reached from my own judgment."

"I can tell you’re genuinely concerned about the pretty lady back there. It’s not my place to say this, but sometimes, caring for someone can also be unintentionally destructive. People who care deeply and simply wished for that person they treasure the best, tend to put pressure on them more than anyone," he continued in the same indifferent tone, imparting what he had learned and seen from his experience. "Worse. Hurt them in ways no one else can."

Her jaw tightened as this man was just spewing whatever he wanted without a second hesitation. She looked back at him, this time, her eyes were sharp as they glinted with murderous intent.

"Alright, gee!" Sven raised both his hands, treading slower to create more distance between them. "I understand! It’s none of my business! You don’t have to glare at me like that. What a scary woman."

"Just follow me quietly. If you already know it’s not your place to speak your observation, keep them to yourself. You have no need to concern yourself with the matters here. You’re nothing but an outsider, who received mercy from my master."

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PRESENT TIME...

"You’re nothing but an outsider..." Sven repeated those words Lisha stressed while standing just right outside, gazing at the fortified castle. Thanks to Lisha’s help, he was now outside this castle, but for reasons he couldn’t explain, he stayed in this spot and just stared at it for as long as he could remember.

"Honestly, she’s right." He rocked his head, recalling Lisha’s warnings and threats. "But... this place... hmm... how should I put it?"

He hummed with his lips shut closed, blinking his eyes ever so tenderly. He had been observing this castle for hours now and one thing was clear.

"I’ve never seen such an ominous place ever since I left Ronmin," he muttered, thinking that castle, no, the air in the entire duchy could make anyone’s blood run cold. It was even eerier than the cemetery he stumbled upon in this particular country he happened to pass by.

"Well, whatever." Finally, his foot moved, pivoting on his heel as he walked away from the castle. "I don’t want to get tangled in a mess that will only hurt my head."