Free Web NovelChapter 87: What Are You Doing Here?
Maya said she wouldn’t think about their living situation, but it was all she had thought about as the servants unpacked their bags and hung their clothes in the wardrobe.
With each piece of clothing hung in the wardrobe, her dread worsened. She didn’t have to guess; she knew exactly how he would react. Too many times while she watched, Maya had almost asked for a different room.
She still didn’t know what stopped her. As she sat on one of the chairs waiting for the maid to return to help her wash up from the long journey and bring her a pair of nightwear, she wondered if she was making the right choice.
There weren’t many clothes to unpack, so it had been pretty swift. While unpacking, the maid had noticed she didn’t have anything to wear for the night and had offered to get her a few. Now, she was sitting, waiting for her return with the clothes.
Maya wasn’t sure about this. This still felt terrible, like a bad idea. Though she sat still, she was completely unsettled, constantly glancing towards the door, wondering how long she had before it burst open and Keenan marched in.
As if her thoughts summoned him, the doors instantly opened, and Maya’s heart fell to her stomach. She sat upright, nearly falling off the chair as she braced herself to receive him but the doors didn’t open all the way.
"Will you join us for dinner?" The princess’s voice floated into the room through the open door.
Maya tightly grabbed her stomach. She suddenly felt nauseous and there was a grating urge to yell at the princess to get away from him, but she knew she couldn’t do that.
Her shoulders fell, and her eyes locked with her lap as she listened to their interaction. It was brief, but it felt like there was something more. Keenan spoke to the princess in a way he had never spoken to her. They said goodbye, and Keenan walked into the room and shut the doors. freёweɓnovel.com
Maya’s heart was pounding loud enough for her ears to hear it. What was he going to do? He had spent the last few days ignoring her, and now he had to spend the next few days in the same room with her.
The feeling of dread intensified, crushing her. She was glad the room was spacious enough; she was satisfied with any corner.
She almost laughed at this line of thought. She was assuming he would let her stay in the same room as him. There was no guarantee, and from the way he glowered at her, Maya knew he wanted her out.
"What are you doing here?" He asked harshly. His tone was a far cry from when he spoke to the princess.
She flinched. She expected the question, but it didn’t change the effect. Maya bent her head lower as she tried to buttress herself and properly answer his questions.
"I-I was told this was my room too," she replied, grabbing her dress tightly. She couldn’t look at him as she spoke.
"It’s not," Keenan muttered darkly.
He knew he wasn’t speaking the truth, but he was too angry to try to be reasonable about this. He also knew he couldn’t chase her away from this room.
They were married after all; he couldn’t request a different room for her or leave her in this room without answering more than a few questions, and he would rather not do that.
However, sharing the room wasn’t the problem. There was more than enough space; it would be easy to ignore her the entire time. The problem was the stench that clung to her.
Claude!
She smelled like she had rolled around with him in the sheets. He didn’t want to even think about it, but it filled him with such anger that he didn’t know what to do.
"I can leave," she whispered and stood to her feet.
He didn’t know why, but this angered him even more, and he was about to yell when a knock echoed in the room. He turned his attention to it and slowly walked toward the door.
He was grateful for the distraction. Being stuck in this room with her for another moment was driving him mad. Perhaps he should risk the questions and send her away from him.
However, it was best to keep her with him. Keenan was angry at his line of thought—even while angry, he still knew to keep her away from Vilhelm. He didn’t like that, but separating her in the huge castle was a terrible idea. She could easily get in touch with the High Alpha, and he was going to prevent that.
She had said she could leave the room so easily. He ground his teeth. He wouldn’t be surprised if that was her plan, and if he was the one who chased her off, it wouldn’t be suspicious.
He opened the door, and a maid bowed to him. She was holding some clothes. "Alpha Keenan," she said. "I am here to help Lady Keenan with her bath."
His vision blurred, and his grip on the door tightened. She wasn’t wrong—Maya had his last name now, and she was supposed to be addressed in this manner—but it angered him.
There was so much anger bubbling in his chest that he didn’t know what to do with it. He thought he had gotten rid of it during the war, stressing himself to his limit each time, and all he had left was his revenge. But his anger still felt as raw as ever.
"Come in," he said and stepped to the side to let her in.
At his words to the maid, Maya lifted her head. Did that mean she could stay in the room? What made him change his mind? She sneaked a peek at him but immediately turned her gaze away.
Moments ago, he had seemed ready to chase her out, even if it meant dragging her out of the room, and now he was letting the maid in to prepare her for the night.
She had imagined this part. He was really going to share a room with her. The realization filled her with intense anxiety but somewhere in the rush of emotions, Maya could feel the twinge of joy.
