Chapter 1663 My Heart Feels Empty


    Chapter 1663 My Heart Feels Empty


    The servant peeked inside and figured that Prince Louis probably hadn''te downstairs yet.


    Although she didn''t immediately go in to announce ire''s arrival, she didn''t dare defy the king''s


    wishes or take matters into her own hands by blocking ire.


    Despite the prince''s instructions not to disturb him under any circumstances, anything concerning the


    king was no small matter.


    So the servant said to ire, "Pleasee inside with me."


    ire nodded and carefully carried the tea tin as she followed the servant inside.


    Stepping into this ce again and breathing the air here, she tried hard to capture the scent that


    belonged only to him.


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    The spacious, cavernous pce, with centuries of history, exuded refinement everywhere.


    ire followed the servant to the center of the pce. The servant stopped and turned to tell her,


    "Please wait here. I''ll go upstairs and inform the prince. He''s been very busytely and specifically told


    us not to disturb him."


    "Alright," ire obediently nodded with a patient smile on her face, then watched as the servant


    headed upstairs.


    It really had been a long time since she''d seen Rowan. Standing in his pce holding the tea tin, her


    heart was filled with subtle emotions.


    She couldn''t help but recall the scene of him being airlifted away, and the words he had said to her -


    she remembered every single one.


    That day, everyone''s hearts had been filled with helplessness. For a fleeting moment, her heart had


    twisted as well.


    The concern and worry she felt for him, the distance and longing - it was enough to disrupt the restraint


    she always maintained over her heart.


    The pce''s arched windows and vaulted doorways gave it a sturdy, stable, bnced feel. She started


    looking around to calm her emotions.


    Everywhere inside the entire pce exhibited aesthetics saturated with power.


    The rtively small windows contrasted sharply with the grandeur of the pce interior, making the


    light here rtively dim.


    Coupled with the crystalmps that gave off a constant glow, this ce always exuded a sense of


    mystery and gloom, unconsciously generating a powerful aura.


    After a short while, footsteps sounded from the corner of the stairs.


    ire looked up attentively. Rowan appeared in her line of sight, and he happened to be looking at her


    too. Their eyes met and connected.


    These passionate lovers, under the servant''s gaze, could only pretend not to know one another. The


    helplessness and heartache could only be understood between the two of them.


    As he drew nearer, the growing feelings in their hearts spread endlessly.


    Rowan came down the stairs, striding towards her with his long legs. His face was the epitome of calm


    and indifference.


    The servant made a point of looking at him.


    ire stood in ce holding the tea tin, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on him. The obvious haggardness


    on his handsome face made her heart ache.


    "Pour Miss ire a cup of tea," Rowan instructed the servant beside him.


    "Yes, Your Highness." The servant stopped and bowed before leaving.


    Rowan halted in front of ire. She held out the tea tin to him. "Your Highness," was all she said, yet


    her throat seemed choked up.


    She looked into his eyes. "The king asked me to bring this tea for you. He said it''s just the right time to


    drink it now."


    Rowan''s gaze held steady with hers, until her fingers lightly tapped the lid of the tin. Only then did he


    nce down at it.


    When their eyes met again, it was as if everything had frozen in that moment.


    "No need to brew tea," ire retracted her gaze and looked at the servant, then back at Rowan. The


    corners of her lips curved up gently. "I''ve delivered the tea, Your Highness. I''ll take my leave now."


    Having said that, she turned and walked away, even though she dearly wished to spend more time with


    him, even if no words were exchanged - just standing there face-to-face.


    But she worried Catherine might be waiting and measuring the time outside.


    She couldn''t rouse any suspicion.


    Watching that familiar retreating figure, past memories of their time together resurfaced in Rowan''s


    mind. His heart felt empty and hollow.


    It was his fault for cing her amidst such turbulent dangers without protecting her properly.


    Rowan held the tea tin tightly, his heart filled with self-me and regret.