Chapter 230: Chapter 230

Ian’s aggrieved look caused Shelby to forget all that had happened and laugh momentarily. A melodic, sweet sound that caused even the brothers at the back to pause in their actions. It could be noted that not many humans could move these Fae’s like that.

Currey and Murray averted their gazes from the sweet couple.

Ian stood mesmerized, his eyes transfixed on his wife’s face as the laughter further relaxed her facial muscles. She bloomed like a flower in its prime right in front of him. All sounds and activities faded from around him as if Shelby was the only person in there.

Even if Shelby was tied to him in marriage, Ian could still not believe himself sometimes.

’Mum is the best for securing this angel for me.’

"Ingrid and Gabriel are still kids. No matter their species, they will be affected either way. I want to be there for them." Shelby’s voice pierced Ian’s foggy and transfixed mind. He let himself go in resignation and reached for her.

Shelby could not bring herself to deny this request as it was mutually beneficial to her. She allowed herself to relax in his embrace once again.

"What am I going to do without you?" he lamented. Anyone listening to Ian at that time might have thought that something grave might have happened, not the fact that his wife was only going to spend the night with their kids.

"Maybe I should go with yo-"

Shelby wiggled out of his embrace and anchored her hands on her tiny waist. She glared at him—or at least, she tried to do that. Ian only saw his little wife’s adorable look, and his lips hooked up in yet another smile, which showed a helpless indulgence.

"How do you propose we fit together on the children’s bed?" She asked, raising an eye in amusement.

"I’ll just sit on the floor and keep you company...."

Ian beamed confidently at his response, particularly with Shelby’s visibly surprised reaction.

"No!" Shelby found herself saying, especially when her guts screamed at her, that he had made no gest of it. Ian meant every single word! The last thing she needed was that giant body in the same small bed as the kids because Shelby knew that if he did get there, he would find another reason to get into the bed, and she would not be able to deny him.

She turned around and left swiftly; her chuckles were clearly heard.

Ian felt himself go cold after her departure, and he sighed.

’It’s going to be a long rest of the day and night!’

Ian’s rational mind told him that the children needed Shelby, but he struggled with his heart and other parts of his body to understand this.

Ian turned to the brothers, only for them to quickly step up, finding different tasks to do.

Currey had suddenly forgotten his ’ordeal’.

He cleared his throat, opened his mouth and then closed it. Currey looked down at his muddy shoes, and Ian’s gaze followed the same.

’My wife is indeed powerful. He even brought ’evidence’ of the place back with him?’ Ian thought in interest.

With a wave of Currey’s hand, the mess from the mud disappeared, and he was in new shoes.

"Wait!" Currey suddenly said to his brother, who had folded the painting that Currey then dreaded.

"Is that thing still active?"

Murray unrolled the painting and hung it up again. However, this time, none of them touched it. Murray threw a pencil at the painting. They all watched as a small ripple formed on the painting and it disappeared.

"Wow! It really is so!" Currey mused, taking a step back; however, no sooner had his voice ended than Murray threw another.

This time, the pencil bounced off of it. Just like the initial painting of the sea horizon had done.

"How? It didn’t work again?" Currey’s surprise was obvious, but what he did next surprised Ian and Murray.

He reached out and touched it again!

"You never learn, do you?" Murray shook his head, and Ian left the room without a backward glance. Ian couldn’t be bothered to say anything. Was there a need to waste his breath?

’Take care of the maid!’

Ian sent his thoughtful command to Murray, who bowed at his retreating back.

After this, Murray also turned to leave the room.

Currey said, but he skewed his head, trying to find out what was wrong with his brother’s initial words..... it clicked right then: "That bastard! Why was he talking to me like I was a kid when I am his elder!?"

However, Murray was long gone from the cold room.

"I’ll teach that brat a lesson later!" He also stated, as if there was anything he could do, Murray. It was a funny comment, indeed. Currey may be older and more learned, but that was all he was. If it came to combat, he stood no chance against Murray, which was also why Murray was tasked with Shelby’s care.

"I’ll teach him a lesson that he will never forget!" Currey swore. Subconsciously, Currey knew of the impossibility of the task, but it did not mean that he could not dream.

Currey slammed back into one of the seats in front of the many monitors and cast his mind back. Despite all his life’s experiences, that place, wherever that was, was the most dangerous place he had ever been to.

"A place that felt so real, but it was not? A place in a loop?" He whispered to himself, rubbing his hands over his face. He winced at the slight pain and then looked down at his palms to see the slightly fading bruises.

Yes, that was the part that scared Currey the most. The ’small injuries’ he had sustained in that place seemed to exist still.

"Imagine having a major accident there or even getting killed there!" He whispered to himself and shivered slightly. In Currey’s life as a Fae, he had never felt that much fear. This was because he had never felt or been in a situation where he could not use his abilities. In all of his life, that was the first.

A cold, dark place that he felt. He had felt the cold seep into his bones. It was no exaggeration, to say the least. It was not like the cold on a wintery night, but nonetheless, it was the ones that would still make one tremble. Even the thought of that was enough to make Currey kind of relive that and tremble in that cold room.

He rubbed his hands through his hair this time around. Getting out of the place had sped his innate healing abilities, so the bruises and every other had all almost faded away, but his mental state was something that even he was questioning.

Currey turned to the many monitors and then pulled the main keyboard towards him. His brother was right; he had to do what he usually did best: research.

After the pairing of his boss and his wife, many things just did not sit right.

"Mistress is only a human, so how is she able to do all these?"

Currey’s were in line with what Murray had said.

"If Miss Shelby’s work of art is even able to influence people, then does that mean that she is not fully human? What was she then?" Currey mumbled to himself as his gaze took on a determined and studious glint.

His hands flew over the keyboard, and his eyes occasionally moved around following the many screens.

Currey was for hours on end. It was widely known that when Currey went into his ’research mode’, he sometimes did not notice the time flow by.

When he finally paused, he leaned back in the swirled chair and murmured.

"The blood oath bond is that strong, huh?" Currey stroked his chin as a lot of complex emotions ran through him.

On one hand, he was happy for his boss, but Currey understood the significance of what was staring at him more than anyone.

"This is going to cause too many problems in the future...." he lamented, and then a mischievous tone took over.

"... but I love it! It couldn’t get any better than this." Currey smirked.

His eyes took in the information once more, and he contemplated whether he needed to send this to Ian.

"I still have to send it anyway!"

In short, Currey only found out that Shelby’s newfound ’ability’ was definitely due to the bond formed between her and Ian. He summarized the data quickly and emailed it to Ian.

"Murray was right! She is indeed special and will get more in the future!" Currey smiled and then suddenly remembered where he had been.

’Only when I am not at the receiving end, though! I never want to go back there ever again! Note to self: Never directly see any of her Highness’s paintings!’

He nodded vigorously while he whispered,

"Those bastards would never know what hit them!"

Currey smirked and then turned to the other tasks at hand. He had a lot to do and very little time to rest!

’Find out why the palace sent people here... what are they looking for? Did they find out? That cannot be! Tsk, tsk, tsk! .... Ah! Also, investigate Tyler....’ Currey checked off his to-do list, and his hand flew on the keyboard.

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