Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 72: What I hate

The more she stared at it, the more disgusted she felt, her mind frantically trying to convince her it was something else that stuck to the underwear instead of what she knew it was.

For a few seconds, Violet focused her gaze on the offending item, her stomach churning until the realization hit her—she couldn’t allow ’it’ to remain in the room.

Her first reaction was to search the room for gloves to pick it up, her movements growing more frantic with each passing moment. Yet, even after minutes of serious searching, her efforts yielded nothing.

The fear of Cain walking through the door grew with each second, her pulse racing as she finally made the decision she’d been dreading—she’d have to use her hands.

Anger bubbled within her as she gingerly picked it up, her revulsion barely contained as she hurried outside, her heart hammering at the horrifying thought of Cain catching her in the act.

’Gosh!’ she muttered under her breath, poking her head out cautiously before stepping into the hallway. The regret of not wrapping it up first hit her hard when she realized she couldn’t dispose of it anywhere on the third floor either.

As fast as her legs could carry her, Violet rushed downstairs, her attention laser-focused on her task as she held the ’thing’ behind her in her left hand. She dropped it into the first dustbin she came across, her relief short-lived as she sprinted back upstairs.

Once safely back in the room, she closed the door, dashing into the bathroom with the intent to scrub herself clean. Halfway through undressing, however, another thought struck her.

She needed to clean Cain’s room first. The smell had to be gone. Completely.

Working with the speed of someone racing against time, Violet not only scrubbed the floor where she’d found the nasty underwear but also sprayed the area liberally with freshener to mask any lingering traces.

Satisfied, she surveyed the room, a smile creeping onto her face as she realized she had successfully fixed everything. Placing everything back in its rightful place, Violet finally headed to her bathroom to bathe.

She stripped off her clothes and removed the black band around her neck, the device that deepened her voice to a masculine tone. It was a ritual she performed every time she bathed, and this time was no different.

The hot water offered a moment of peace as she sank into the tub. But the calm was short-lived. A loud, unmistakable crash echoed through the apartment as Cain’s door burst open, his signature entrance impossible to miss.

Startled, Violet shot up, adrenaline coursing through her. She knew all too well that Cain wouldn’t hesitate to barge in if the mood struck him.

Hurriedly drying herself, she moved to dress with practiced speed, though the need to wrap her chest delayed her. The process was one she hated, the pressure weighing on her.

But time was not on her side. She heard him call her name, louder this time, his voice laced with a tone she’d never heard before.

"Viole!"

Her heart sank. Panic set in as her mind raced back to what had happened. What mistake had she made to provoke such an unfamiliar reaction?

She dressed even faster now, buttoning her shirt as she walked toward the door. The last thing she wanted was for Cain to storm into her room.

Pulling open the door, she nearly collided with him. Her eyes widened in shock.

Cain stood there, his imposing frame covered in dust and blood. His right hand was mangled—horribly so. Violet’s stomach churned at the sight of the dislocated bones, the gruesome injury demanding her full attention.

"Get out here!" he barked, turning toward the bed before she could respond.

"...Who can boast that they survived a building falling on them? Probably me and five others. For the last one...he might not make it!" Cain muttered, his words cryptic, but the weight in his tone undeniable. Violet obediently followed him, her eyes tracing the trail of blood he left behind.

Her mind raced with the knowledge she had gleaned from the library. ’The bones need to be set before it can heal properly, else the healing would be slow, and they would have to break the arm again to correctly reset it!’

"Lord CA—" she began, only to freeze. Her hand instinctively reached for her neck, searching for the band that should have been strapped there.

Her heart sank further when she realized her mistake.

It wasn’t on her.

Her voice, so different from the deep, masculine tone the band generated, would give her away. Asking for permission to retrieve it was impossible.

’Shit! How could you make such a mistake, Violet!’ she screamed inwardly, berating herself for what felt like the most reckless error of her life.

"Get over here!" Cain’s sharp order cut through her thoughts. His expression was blank, but his tone brooked no argument. freewebnσvel.cѳm

He collapsed onto the bed, his right hand twitching as he beckoned her closer.

"I don’t need your help! I can reset the arm myself!" he declared, gripping the mangled limb with terrifying calm. "...but I have a question!"

Crack.

The sound reverberated through the room as Cain worked on resetting the bones, his movements slow and deliberate.

Violet trembled as she turned away, unable to watch. The excruciating process would have broken most men, yet Cain didn’t make a sound. If anything, he seemed to revel in the pain.

She shivered at the thought, her attention snapping back to him as he spoke again, his words sending a chill down her spine.

"The servants know better than to use such a strong scent in my room, and from the smell of it, it’s probably yours!"

Her body froze as his piercing words struck. His focus remained on his arm, but she could feel his suspicion looming over her like a storm cloud.

"We both know there’s no reason to do such a thing unless you’re trying to cover something up...something you think my nose will catch!"

Cain’s words grew heavier as he continued. Violet shook her head desperately, the motion quick and frantic.

Crack.

The sound of bone snapping echoed again as Cain flexed his left hand, his arm now fully reset. His gaze locked on her, cold and unyielding.

"You know what I hate the most, Viole! I’ve told you before. I hate being lied to!"