Viktor was curious about what Cyra whispered to Zane, but seeing his frustrated expression, he knew Zane hadn't received an answer to his question.
"Maybe because she's older than them. Didn't you catch the slip they almost made when they greeted her?" Viktor made his assumptions and looked over at Cyra to gauge her response.
"Almost, but it's more than that." Cyra's eyes sparkled with a teasing glint as she took in Viktor's confused expression.
"No point in overthinking this. Just freshen up and get so rest, then we'll explore the other half of the island." Cyra muttered, pulling away from Zane and heading upstairs to rest.
Sigh!
Tsk~
Zane let out a frustrated sigh, and Viktor clicked his tongue in response.
…
A few minutes passed, and a knock sounded at the door. Zane walked over and opened it to see four pale-looking won carrying trays with covered plates of various shapes and sizes.
For a mont, a look of surprise and curiosity flashed across their faces as they landed on Zane's charming features.
Zane stepped aside to let them in; the sll of food wafted into his nose, and his stomach grumbled softly.
"Are you Mrs. Cyra's husband?" A curious and bold woman asked politely, the gossiping glint in her eyes nearly blinding Zane.
And the others looked like they were focused on placing the trays down, while their ears were pricked to listen.
"Yes," Zane responded curtly, but it was enough for this woman, who was eager to spread the word across the island.
"We'll be leaving now. If you need anything, ring the bell," One of them said as she pulled the others toward the door — Cyra's brutal fight was still fresh in her mind, and she didn't want to stay any longer.
Just as Viktor stepped down from the stairs, he saw the door closing behind them. He noticed the food on the dining table and realized why those people had co.
He swiftly jogged down the stairs, muttering to himself, "What did they prepare?" As he uncovered a plate, he was shocked to find blood bags stacked neatly in rows.
"Wrong one."
Zane looked over before opening a plate closer to him, and a steaming hot fish porridge was revealed to them.
"Let's eat, I'm starving." Viktor's stomach grumbled loudly, stimulated by the sll of food.
"I'll go call Cyra down—" Zane was cut off when he spotted her red hair from the stairs.
He said nothing more and pulled out a chair to eat, unable to wait much longer.
Cyra ca over, and they ate their als in silence, with only the clinking of cutlery filling the room.
While they were eating, news of their arrival spread across the island, and their island chat group went wild.
[Oh my, did anyone see her clearly? I had to peek out my room window, out of fear.]
[I saw two unfamiliar, handso n walking beside her. What's her relationship with those two? They look close!]
[Ahh! I know that juicy gossip! Guess what? I just talked to one of them—HE'S HER HUSBAND!!!]
[ My heart is broken.·´¯`(>▂
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