Clara knew that her actions this time would make the man who claimed to be Brandon Hover angry. At first, she wanted to go out through the door of the room, but in fact the door was locked. Finally, inevitably the woman had to repeat the first way—jumping off the balcony.
She paused for a moment when she felt that her steps were far enough away from the mansion. Clara grimaced, feeling the pain in the lower part of her abdomen. The red liquid flowed from there and moistened both limbs. The wounds of her surgery reopened.
"Jasper, help me," she hissed.
Clara stepped back staggeringly. Her hand was creeping, clutching the trunks of trees around, while her other hand was holding her belly. She took a sip of saliva, feeling her esophagus tighten instantly. Her gaze changed faintly. Her mouth wanted to scream when she found a figure running over to her.
"Clara! Clara, it's me. Jasper."
Clara's eyes opened again. Her body was already limp with her bleeding getting worse. Meanwhile, Jasper, who had just arrived, immediately carried his wife's body.
"Jasper, we'd better take Clara home," Aiden said, teasing her brother.
Jasper snoring violently. He is in a dilemma now, between saving Clara or avenging her revenge on the Black Witcher. The distance was already very close to the headquarters of the group he hated, but seeing Clara getting weaker and weaker made him undo his intentions.
Aiden patted the blue-eyed man on the shoulder again. He coded for them to have to come back. Jasper complied. He didn't want to prolong the matter with the Black Witcher anymore for today.
***
Lyra immediately sat down beside Clara as the woman's body was placed by Jasper on the mattress. She had Jasper and the others wait outside, while herself and the servants changed Clara's clothes and healed her. Both of Lyra's hands lifted up and stopped over Clara's chest and abdomen, then her eyes closed for a few seconds.
The woman sighed softly. She opened her eyes. Her white iris looked stunning as if it didn't show that she was hundreds of years older than Jasper. She looked at Clara as she rubbed the top of her head slowly.
"Your life will be in danger, Clara," she whispered.
One hand gently rubbed Clara's belly, letting the sensation of warmth melt there. Until a few hours she tried to re-stabilize Clara's energy as well as close her surgical scars. Lyra remembered when Hendrick called her to help with Clara's delivery yesterday. However, because she was away from home, Lyra couldn't come. The woman only realized that last night something complicated happened here.
Clara's eyes opened slowly. Found a figure who was rubbing her stomach since just now. She smiled, knowing that the woman was Lyra—the one who also helped her and Jasper perform the ritual.
"Is anyone still sick?" asked Lyra very softly.
Clara shook her head chimed in.
"I've covered the wound," said the white-hued woman. "You are safe now."
"Thank you, Lyra."
Clara circulated a glance at the entire corner of the room where there were only her and Lyra now. Realizing this, Lyra looked at the woman whose condition was still weak.
"You want to see Jasper?" she asked.
Clara trailed off. Actually, she wanted to say yes. However, something suddenly grabbed her mind. "Lyra, I have something to ask you," she said.
Lyra frowned slightly. One hand gently rubbed Clara's head. The purplish-filled aura spread out and made Clara feel calm and peaceful. "Let's say," she said later.
"What do you think happened to my physical body in the world over there?" the brunette woman asked. "I feel that I might as well just stay here, with Jasper, and the others."
"Why do you suddenly ask such a question? Is there anything that's on you?"
Clara was silent for an instant. Actually, things are quite stuck in her now. Her mind seemed to be full instantly. Unfinished she was grieving the loss of her baby, now she had to realize if only Brandon—her husband—had actually caught up with her and merged into the Black Witcher.
"You still have your physical body, Clara," Lyra said very softly. "It would be better if you returned to your true life."
The brunette woman looked at Lyra with a meaningful look. "I...."
I just don't want to meet Brandon, her inner.
Her irritability at the man made herself want to escape as far as possible. The fight that happened between the two before the accident happened is even still remembered by Clara. Brandon's actions that made her emotions explode also made her chest tremble violently, filled with emotion and hatred.
"Believe in yourself," Lyra said. "Only you can determine your own life path."
***
It had been a month that Clara had returned to the arms of her husband, Jasper. The man did not let Clara leave the house alone even though the woman was fully healed. Clara's every move had to be followed by bodyguards because otherwise Jasper would get angry, then lock her up for a few days. It made Clara bored and uncomfortable because Jasper was increasingly overprotective of her. They didn't even live at home anymore, but rather in the mansion of the Owen clan.
"I'm bored," Clara said as she placed a cup of coffee on the table. "Can't we go out for a while?"
Jasper, who was busy with his gadget, immediately turned his head. "Where do you want to go out?" he asked. "It's very dangerous outside, Honey."
"Come on ...." Clara whined. "I want a vacation. Otherwise, I will be stressed and this will have an effect on—"
"Okay." Jasper shrugs quickly. He certainly understood the continuation of Clara's sentence. If the woman is stressed, it will affect the rituals they perform. Jasper wants a child from Clara and as much as possible he should make it happen in the near future.
The man had Clara sit on his lap. Clara complied, she landed her buttocks on Jasper's thigh, then kissed the man's lips gently. Jasper reached out, putting away every strand of Clara's hair that covered her sight.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Beach."
The two pairs of eyes stayed with each other for a very long time. It's been a month since they were this close because of that thorny event. Jasper,who was suddenly cold and increasingly overprotective, also made Clara a little bored. The woman's request seemed to melt Jasper's heart instantly. The man carved a sweet niche on the corner of his lips. He nodded.
A person with a middle hood perched on a tree branch since a few minutes ago. Her red eyes stared fiercely at the couple who were in the gazebo. She sighed, then flicked her fingers into the air until it splashed a transparent white ball. The ball floated towards one direction.
"Beach, yes...," she muttered. Her red lips looked very sexy and contrasted with her porcelain-white skin tone. "What a good place... for a good mission...."
***