She arrived inside the house approximately 06:58 pm, and Felix arrived almost 07:30 pm. She's sure he just leisure around for those six days. Not caring about him anymore, she washed the cup she used on the faucet.
He's staring on her movements. It's just that he noticed her, that's all. While walking upstairs, she felt a certain stare and turned back to look at him.
Her face is filled with confusion, "You... need something upstairs??" It's her first time initiating the talk, he was stunned and met her eyes.
He blinks for two times, "No..." He almost whispered. Hearing his reply, she just continued on walking upstairs.
He seems slightly different today—whatever, I won't care. I don't have time to care and think his mood.
Let's just chat JinJin so I'll not be bored.
Istel: [Hey! Any news on Protectors thingy?]
JinJin: [Istel, remember we could only do that when school starts.]
Well, technically, they could only begun on investigating when school starts so to find better leads. This case is giving her a lot of headaches, but she won't give up.
Between Felix and Istel, their relationship can be considered as 'We know each other's names'.
When she walked downstairs, she saw Felix watching television.
"Do you eat those foods which people order online?" Felix suddenly said. 'Prince eat orders in inline shop? Wouldn't it damage his precious body and diet?'
Not wanting to embarrass Felix, she still answered, "Yes..." Why would she reject the idea of eating?! It's her favourite! And since, Felix was the one who asked her, she will not care about his health anymore, it's his choice not hers.
Not long after, the take out had been delivered. With a 'Thank you', Felix was back with his hands filled with foods. She bit her lips waiting for the delicious foods, looking that he is near she quickly got plates and everything they needed when eating.
In fact even they were eating, they were still so quiet! If the TV wasn't playing that time, the clashing of the forks, knife, and the gushing of waters, was the only ones that could possibly cover the quiet atmosphere between them.
Well, if you include their breathing... then.. well..—
"Are you ready to face the Queen and King, my Mother and Father?" She was focusing on the TV when she heard his question.
She looked down to her plate, "I think so.." She said with a bit of uncertainty on her face. She could face them if it's about the case comfortably, but facing them as their Daughter-in-law, it seems... kind of awkward, to be honest.
They had to visit the Palace as a couple who just married a week ago. Not someone as a Spy, so it's sort of hard to say if she's really ready to that part.
That moment Felix didn't said a thing after her reply.
••••
When night came, Istel was not nervous unlike her first time sleeping with him. Of course, she's still slightly trembling... but it's because of the cold. Ever since she was born, the cold has never left her. It's her weakness and will forever be.
If Ishalet was just here, she would hug her tightly. She's trembling hard and want something she could hug to lessen her coldness.
She remembered her husband... but it's utterly impossible that she could hug him and as if he'll let her hug him! Who wants someone to hug you when you don't like them?? Right? It's such an impossible idea.
Hugging a complete stranger is weird and what's even worse is marrying an entire stranger. They are not really that stranger but basically they are.
When she lied down on the bed, she couldn't help but to tremble from coldness. It is so cold, how she hate this cold. Her hands and face was already cold.... like ice.
She missed Ishalet whom she can hug when she's cold...
She decided to put two pyjamas, and three jackets... she even put a scarf. Now she looked like strollung on the road filled with snows. Can anybody tell me if there's a cure to this illness?
"If the King and Queen will see you in that state, they'll surely scold me. Tell me, where did you go six days ago?" His voice was like lecturing a child.
"... In my friend's house, I didn't go out in that house." Recalling what she did, she only does, discussing, chatting with the couple, sometimes cooking, etc. What's so wrong about that?
Felix just finished washing then seeing Istel in that state, he felt so helpless and instantly felt headache. He must do something to avoid his parents nagging him.
Thinking seriously, all he could do was to say, "Take off your jackets and just put one pyjama. The more you wear, the more cold it is." She obeyed his suggestions however, all she could feel was an endless coldness framing her petite body. The cold didn't even disappear, rather, it's even more worse! For god's sake!
She rather fight with thousands men instead to feel like this.
He shook his head, turn off the light and went to bed. Staring at her trembling back, he felt uncomfortable. Maybe... because, she's in front of him, so... why not help her... right?
Sighing he said, "Can I get your permission? Yes or No?"
As she was listening, it seemed to be very complicated. Permission for what? That holds many meanings... what permission was he talking about?
Stupefied, she asks, "Which one should I pick?" He frowned... 'which one? Tch.'
"Yes or No." His tone was a bit desperate and it's hard to know why he was so desperate...
'What's he talking about??' "...Uhm... Yes?" Hearing her uncertain reply, he could only pray for his future and sighed.
The next second, she was just dumbfounded.
His left hand was behind her head and his right hand was hugging her waist... and they were too close. Too close!
'He's... hugging her... for what... particular reason???'
Perplexed and surprised, she still gained her consciousness and asked, "What... are you... trying to do.. exactly?" His hug is tight, you know? But it's actually comfortable because his warmth covered the cold.
"Warmth of a jacket and body is different. Hugging you is the best and fast way to cure your coldness. Just let me help you, my Mother would scold me if I made you suffer from cold." Closing her eyes, she became nervous suddenly. She is a spy... and a woman... she.. knew how to feel things too... such as—ehem... don't say it, it's very embarrasing.
Though she wanted to whine how tight his hug was, it doesn't matter. She feels.. very comfortable. "Thank you." She said sincerely.
"Feel comfortable?"
"Mm. Thank you again."
"Sleep."