Chapter 327 I Just Hate Seeing You Tired
Cindy’s POV:
By the time we returned to the palace, it was well past midnight.
The winter wind cut through the stone walls and howled across the courtyard, sharp and lonely.
I helped Isabella down from the carriage first.
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Omegas don’t handle the cold well. Even though there had been a heater inside the carriage, the short walk through the wind still made her shiver.
“Careful,” I said softly, steadying her arm. I handed her over to the maids, who hurried forward, then turned to the head steward of Rose Palace. “Go to the kitchen and have them make a thick venison stew,” I ordered. “Add extra warming herbs and spices. Her Majesty caught a chill. She needs to warm up right away.”
“Certainly,” the steward replied, then rushed off.
The maids surrounded Isabella and led her inside. When she heard my instructions, she turned back to look
at me.
Her nose was stuffed, and her voice sounded rough. She had clearly caught a cold.
But her eyes were different tonight. Those sharp, judging looks were gone. In their place were gratitude and guilt.
“Cindy,” she said, her voice trembling, “you’ve gone to so much trouble. I dragged you around this late at night. I was foolish before. I listened to rumors and treated you unfairly. I owe you an apology. From now on, we’ll treat each other better.”
She made it so sincerely.
I smiled and nodded, watching her disappear into the inner hall.
On the surface, I had ordered the kitchen to make venison stew out of care for Isabella. But the fir thought of was the fool outside-the one who had ridden through the freezing wind for hours to g home.
I walked out of Rose Palace and headed toward the carriage waiting at the edge of the square.
Adam stood beside it, handing his riding crop to Chase.
His face was so dark it looked like it might start raining. His brows were tight, and anger sat heavy between them.
“Why are you so mad?” I walked up to him and took his old fingers in mine. “We got the money back. Margaret was put in her place, You should be happy.”
He wrapped his hand around mine, but his frown didn’t loosen.
“How can I not be mad?” he said in a low voice. He sounded frustrated and disappointed. “My mother grew up in a merchant family, Even if she never ran a business, she should know the basics. But Margaret cries a little and tells a sad story, and she hands over the money without checking anything? That’s not just careless. That’s being an idiot.”
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Chapter 327 I Just Hate Seeing You Tired.
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The more he spoke, the angrier he became. Then he looked at me, and there was something else in his eyes -worry. “You just got married. These are supposed to be your happiest days. You should be resting. Instead, you’re running around cleaning up her mess over that dragon ruby. In this freezing weather, you even had to go argue with a woman like Margaret. I hate seeing you work so hard.”
My heart felt warm. It was like heat spreading through my chest.
“All right, all right. Don’t be mad,” I said softly, squeezing his hand. “It’s not all her fault. She’s lived in the palace for too long. She’s used to comfort. And Margare has always used her princess title to pressure her. Mother was afraid of causing trouble, so she trusted too easily.” I paused and corrected myself with a smile. “These 200,000 gold coins-let’s say they bought her a lesson. The money is back. The problem is solved. There’s no need to stay upset.”
“You’re too kind,” Adam sighed. He pulled me into his arms and brushed his chin against my forehead. “I just can’t stand seeing you treated unfairly. Not in this freezing weather, running around with her like that.”
“When was I treated unfairly?” I tilted my head up from his chest and smiled. “Didn’t you see Margaret’s face? She looked like she was about to explode. And after these two incidents, Isabella knows what I’m capable of. She knows my limits. She probably won’t use her status to make things hard for me again.”
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