Chapter 91
Chapter 91
J stayed at the makeshift market and helped out.
They were short of some medicines. So Angelina sent Harper to the warehouse to
fetch it.
The warehouse was not very far away. Yet Harper was gone longer than necessary.
And J noticed it.
She quietly stood up and left the makeshift market, going for Harper outside.
Her gut told her that Harper was hiding something.
Given Harper’s record, J felt it necessary to keep an extra eye on her, until she was a hundred
percent sure that Harper had changed.
J headed down the street.
She wanted to check if Harper was at the warehouse. Yet before she got there, she saw a familiar
figure disappearing around the corner.
She immediately followed that figure around the corner. But Harper was gone from her sight again.
And there was only one shop on this street.
The Smith shop.
J walked up to the door and knocked.
Momentster, a woman came to answer it. It was Lance’s wife, La.
“Gamma J!” she looked pleasantly surprised, “Do you need help with anything?”
J smiled, “Is Lance here?”
“Of course. Come in, please,” La stepped aside and invited her in.
It was a small, dingy room, with rows of tools, each with a unique purpose, adorned the soot-stained
wall. The fiery heart of the forge roars, its orange glow
illuminating the dark workshop, making this ce extra hot.
La wiped her hands on the apron and fetched a stool for J.
“Please have a seat. Lance will be out in just a second,” she said.
J looked at her. Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.
Her fingers were covered in flour.
“Did Ie at a bad time?” J asked, “Are you cooking for lunch?”
“Oh, it is nothing. I was just baking some rye bread. It is my little pup’s favorite. He can’t go for a day
without having a piece of my rye bread.”
J sensed something wrong with it.
“Your child…” she frowned, “…is only a few months old right? You feed him bread already? Does he
have teeth?”
La froze.
Light from the fiery forge danced on her face.
La froze.
Light from the fiery forge danced on her face.
J caught a hint of panic fleeting across her eyes.
“As a mom, you should at least know about this stuff, right?” J pursued.
“I..”
La licked her dry bottom lip nervously, searching for an answer.
Just then, the door to the back room opened up. Lance walked out.
“Oh hey, Gamma J. I thought I heard your voice outside,” he nodded at J with a smile. “To
what do I owe the pleasure? Do you need to fix a weapon or something?”
“Oh, I was just chatting with La.”
J nced at La, who looked very uneasy right now.
“About how your son can eat bread at a few months old?”
Lance grinned, “Oh well, that pup is an early bloomer. Got a full set of teeth when he was barely 2
months old. Even I was surprised. La still got a bite mark on her arm when she tried to give a
bath to my son. Don’t you, La?”
La nodded hastily, “Yes, I do. A feisty little biter, that pup.”
J studied Lance’s expression closely.
She couldn’t find anything that looked suspicious on his face.
Lance was either telling the truth.
Or he was a hell of a brilliant liar.
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“So, are you here to discuss our parenting skills? Or are you here to buy a piece of weaponry? I
have quite a wide range of selections for you. I bet that I can help you to find something you like,”
Lance said.
J shook her head, “Thank you. But not today. I just saw Harper going into your shop earlier. So I
was wondering if she is here.”
“Harper?” Lance raised an eyebrow.
“That girl you met at the makeshift market.”
“Oh, right. Sorry, but she didn’te by. It is just me and La here.”
“You are our first customer today, Gamma J,” La added. “Did you see her walking in here?
Was it possible that you saw it wrong?”
The furrow between J’s brows grew deeper.
She did see Harper going into this street.
But she didn’t see her walking into this house.
‘Are you sure that she is not here?” J asked again.
“A hundred percent sure. Unless she has a magical invisible cloak or something,”
Lance smiled. “And you are wee to search this ce, Gamma J. Just be careful when you
go into that back room. My pup is sleeping in there.”
J shook her head.
It was not appropriate to search a civilian’s house without a warrant.
“There is no need for that. Anyway, let me know if you see her again,” she said. J walked
toward the door.
Lance hurried to get the door for her, “And please remember what I said before about wanting to be
a part of your army. I really meant that.”
“Normally, we don’t recruit civilians. But I will see what I can do,” J gave him a polite smile.
“Good day.”
Lance stood on the doorstep and watched J walk away. He waited for her to disappear into the
distance before finally closing the door.
The daylight was shut out. And the room was dark again.
So was the look on Lance’s face.
He cast a dark nce at La, who had lowered her head nervously.
“Feeding an infant breed? What were you thinking?”
His cold voice echoed in the room, sending a chill down La’s spine.
She gulped, “S-Sorry…master. Won’t happen again.”
“Better not. If you are to fake as a mom, at least try a little harder.”
“Yes, master.”
Lance walked past by her and headed toward the back room.
There was a closet in the back room. Lance went straight at it and wrenched the door
open.
Harper was hiding inside. Her face was pale and there was cold sweat on her forehead.
“Is she gone?” Harper breathed.
“Yes.”
Lance crossed his arms in front of his chest with a yful smile on his lips.
“So why did youe into my home and demand to talk to me? If I recall correctly, we just met
today,” he said with a raised eyebrow.
Harper clenched her jaw. She looked furious.
“You should f ucking know why I want to see you!” she growled lowly.
“Do I?” Lance smiled idly.
His offhand attitude infuriated Harper. Her eyes red with rage.
“You want me to f ucking say it? Fine! Ie to see you because…at the market earlier…the
moment that I saw you…I sensed that-”
She gritted frustratedly.
—
-We are f ucking mates!!”