Breeding Season - Chapter 24
‘Should I go out soon?’
A growl came from her stomach. With all this water, a meal wouldn’t be so bad, would it?
‘What a ridiculous thing. The family that felt like punishment is all gone, and only now can I live like a person.’
In that case, maybe she should be grateful to Yasamin.
He was the demon who pulled her from hell, the grim reaper who saved her from death. And if becoming his wife was the destiny given to her…
‘I’ll accept it.’
Not because she had no choice. Not because she was pushed into it. Not just to survive.
At the very least, he gave her medicine. He provided a comfortable place to sleep and showed this kind of consideration. As she pulled out the prepared clothes, she had to bite her lower lip hard to suppress the flood of tears.
The delicate, flowing silk dress slipped through her fingers.
Pamilla hadn’t worn anything like this earlier. So, this was a clear sign of hospitality.
In the southern region, where resources were scarce, there was no way such clothes would be common…
“Madam! Are you finished putting it on?!”
“Mm.”
“May I come in?”
“Yes, come in.”
The vanity here was also a precious item, entirely carved from ivory.
As she quietly brushed through her hair, she lifted her head at the sensation of someone combing through her hair. However, it wasn’t the sight of a cute girl.
It was a man with a strong build.
“Hey, Yasamin?”
“Mm.”
“What, what are you doing?”
“As you can see, I’m attending to my wife.”
He casually replied while combing her hair.
It wasn’t a rough or clumsy touch, but rather a soft movement, gentle enough to make her yawn.
Cognitive dissonance. Every time she looked at this man, that word would echo in her mind.
When she thought he might be this kind of person, he wasn’t, and when she thought he might be that kind of person, he wasn’t again.
He was someone who couldn’t be neatly placed into any category.
Though humans are multifaceted by nature, he took that to an extreme.
“I could do it myself…”
“If you can, then it wouldn’t matter if I did it.”
“Well…”
That was true.
Swoosh, swoosh.
Her dark hair gently glided through the comb’s teeth. Soon, from his hands, a perfect hairstyle was formed.
He parted her hair into two sections, braided them, and then curled them just below her ears, creating a stylish look. She couldn’t help but wonder how one learned such a skill.
“Do you like it?”
“I do. Thank… you.”
“Not at all. It’s been a while since I did this, so I wasn’t sure how it would turn out, but it seems my skills haven’t rusted.”
A while ago?
That meant he must have done someone else’s hair before.
Who could that person be, she wondered, but she wasn’t sure if she had the right to ask. In truth, there was no reason for her to know.
“Breakfast is simple. We have bread with goat’s milk cheese, and we eat things like dates soaked in honey.”
“Wow….”
It sounds delicious.
The moment she heard the explanation, she swallowed her saliva. She felt a hunger that seemed to have been waiting for so long, twisting in her stomach.
“I’ll stay here for about a week to recover, and then we’ll head south. In the meantime, just rest up.”
“Ah… I’m sorry for delaying the schedule….”
“It’s fine. It’s not because of you. I also want to take some time to rest at home.”
I see. This beautiful mansion is Yasamin’s home.
As Siren stepped outside, she looked around the corridor again, now realizing it.
The interior of the Saam mansion was bathed in a warm, sandy color, from the walls to the floor to the ceiling.
The windows were narrow and high, fitted with colored glass, which looked fascinating.
What caught her eye most, however, were the potted plants scattered around. The trees planted in pots as tall as a person’s height were all lush and green, stealing her attention.
“This is a fig tree. That one’s a pomegranate tree.”
“Can you grow such things inside the house…?”
She had thought those kinds of trees only belonged in orchards.
It would have been even more surprising if they had fruit on them, but unfortunately, they didn’t.
“Whatever I want to grow is up to me. This one’s called a palm tree, and that one’s an olive tree. But these are all young trees. The really old ones are in the back garden.”
She was curious.
How could trees grow in this land, where it rarely rained and was dry to the point of being barren?
Who built this mansion, and how? How did he come to own such a house?
‘And what is your true face?’
Sometimes, Yasamin looked completely younger than her. But at certain moments, in the briefest of glances, his eyes seemed so experienced.
Extreme apathy. And powerlessness. She had witnessed those flashes a few times.
Whenever that happened, he seemed like a completely different person… and it made her uneasy.
No matter how much she tried to understand, it felt like she could never truly gauge the depth of Yasamin.
“Why are you staring at me with such a hot gaze?”
