Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 133

Nyx was truly angry. She had only come back to retrieve a bracelet she had forgotten, bent instead, the found Sextation plucking his own scales.

She suddenly understood why his wounds had been taking so long, to heal.

Nyx strode quickly toward Seafarion, her gaze locked onto him. She tried to understand what on earth was yong, through his mind.

Confronted by the enraged Nyx, Seafarion’s thoughts vanished. Instinctively, he tried to hide the scale behind his back, beat it did nothing to conceal what he had done–his guilty eyes darted nervously.

Nyx took several deep breaths, forcing down her anger.

Looking at Seafarion, she mellowed down. “Are you still under a lot of pressure lately? Are you feeling too andout is that why you’re doing this?”

Anxiety manifests differently in different people–some lose their appetite and struggle with sleep, while others become irritable and aggressive,

It wasn’t completely unthinkable for Seafarion, who struggled with low self–esteem, to harm himself when faced with emotional turmoil.

Nyx’s sincere concern made Seafarion feel deeply ashamed. He thought that he shouldn’t have deceived her.

“It’s not because of anxiety,” Seafarion said hoarsely. “I just wanted to keep you here a little longer. I didn’t want you to leave for Taboris so soon.”

Even knowing he had done something wrong, that he would surely be scolded, and perhaps even pushed away, he still chose

to confess the truth.

Nyx was puzzled. “Why?”

“Because I want to go to Taboris with you, but I can’t find the time right now.”

Nyx was momentarily stunned. She never would have imagined that Seafarion would go to such extreme lengths for a reason so simple–it almost sounded absurd,

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Nyx asked.

“Why didn’t you ask me?” Confronted with her questioning, Seafarion lowered his head deeply.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. It was unclear whether he was asking Nyx or doubting himself. “If I don’t pay a price, can I really make you stay?”

certain of one thing–everything came at a price.

few decades of his life, there was hardly anything he couldn’t obtain.

to Nyx, he had no idea what kind of price he needed to pay to earn

time I was injured, your gaze was finally on me,” said Seafarion. To him, this was

reinforcement.

attention and care of the one he loved, then, there was nothing

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frowned, “I care about you because you are worth caring

preferences and silently offering her convenience and care. Even by his own transactional logic, he had more

have to make things so hard for yourself. Just say it outright, and I’ll wait for you. I’ll go to Taboris

violently and snapped

right now, so I don’t want to talk

that cold declaration of war, she turned and ran.

way, she wouldn’t have been this angry. But he had deliberately hurt himself. Nyx thought he needed to

Panicked, Seafarion reached out to grab Nyx, but his hands

he momentarily lost control of his body and fell from his wheelchair, hitting the ground hard.

Seafarion in the Empire was now a broken, disheveled mess, propping himself

without temper–she was

was still in a foul mood. She tried to hide it, but, being mature and sophisticated, Coleman saw through her instantly.

your mind today?” Coleman asked gently while styling her hair into a playful updo. “Maybe I can help.

her head lightly. Despite being angry, she didn’t want to expose Seafarion’s affairs to others or listen to

her reluctance, Coleman didn’t press further. Instead, he pulled out a meticulously designed

silky smooth to the touch, a comfort to hold. But the moment Nyx received it, her mind drifted back to Seafarion, and

observed her

must have done something to

“Speaking of which, Seafarion

that attack on you, he’s been beside himself with worry. He was so anxious that he started shedding scales, thought he looked ugly, and

like this since

due to work pressure, but because he was

the dress in

changed the subject, coaxing

she moved, the hem of the dress swayed like