The Beta’s Regret

Chapter 80

I froze in my tracks, my heart pounding in my chest. I had assumed Eros hadn’t noticed my presence, but his voice broke

that illusion.

Slowly, I turned around. my eyes meeting his intense gaze.

Eros’s expression was stern, but there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. My mind raced, desperately searching for something to say, a plausible reason for my presence in his office, I opened my mouth to speak, but no words escaped.

I gulped when I heard the voice of King Eros. My heart began to beat so fast that it was galloping at the speed of a thousand horses,

I feared it would fall out of my mouth at this rate.

Slowly, very slowly, I turned around to see Eros looking at me.

He still had the marker in his hand and gave me a small smile before returning his attention to his file.

“Come here.” He said and went back to sit on his chair, the file in his hand.

I gulped nervously as I slowly made my way towards him. I reluctantly approached Eros’s desk, my eyes darting nervously around the room.

As I reached his side, he motioned for me to take a seat in the chair opposite him.

He pushed the chair in my direction without looking up and highlighted something with his marker.

“Are you going to speak at all?” He asked without looking at me. Isank into the plush chair and hoped that it would just swallow me whole.

“I.. I am sorry.. I muttered weakly. He flipped the page, took a pen, and scribbled something on the paper. Eros did not say anything and kept reading intently for the next five minutes that felt like an eternity to me.

There were a few files scattered along the table and a huge map of the kingdom strewn across the length of the desk

There were a few stains of teacups, showing that he had been really working hard on it, and a few pins that marked certain important spots.

“Do you not know that it is a bad habit to eavesdrop on someone” Eros asked as he pulled the cap off a pen with his mouth and threw it on the table as he took another pen to write something.

I thought of what to answer and could not come up with an answer. Luckily, I was spared from answering him when there was a knock on the door.

The servant I had met on my way to Eros’s office had returned with another round of tea.

“Yeah, come in. Eros muttered as he began pacing through the room while reading the file.

He flipped a few more pages and was done with the file as he tossed it on the table and picked another one

The file had landed on the edge of the table and it was going to fill down, so I stopped its fall. A few loose pages came out of the file, which I began pleking up

As I collected all the papers and put them in a stack, Eros’s voice reached me.

But it was not directed at me. “Eden will prepare the tea. You can leave.

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poured black tea into the cup and reached for the sugar. He didn’t say

in work and it did not look like last night

had been working all day and was

me again. Either that, or

neither, and that

and promptly left, glad to not be

tray. Placing the papers I had collected on the table,

“Sugar?”

He curtly answered, and I put one cube of

asked, and he only grunted again. I took the cue and poured the milk

noise in the big office. I would have argued with him that I am not his maid to serve him tea/coffee, but he

moment.

So technically, I was supposed to obey him because his mark meant I was under his protection. I meekly handed him the cup,

his face for a change in expression, but there wasn’t any. He only placed the saucer

spilling it all over the files he

a startled cry and hastily

ink was spreading through the white pages,

weird

ordered, but I was busy tidying the desk and I felt scired of his anger at my

sorry,

in front of me, My hair

me was firm.

looked down, not wanting to

do it purposely… I cried, but he simply plucked me away from the table and

my body had not even gotten time to react to his

nervously. When he saw that I was not moving, he went to

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box beside me and squatted down. Without saying a word, he took my hand in his and pulled

some of the dried bits off my hand and I saw

that I had spilled most of the tea in my hands. He wiped it off and then grabbed an ointment from the box and began applying

head was bent low, and his hair fell on his face, covering it partially. He was being so tender; it was heartwarming

me, and he was not even the least bothered. How

just become another plaything for

felt a lump rise in my throat, but I quickly swallowed it. The silence was too much to bear and seeing him not yell at me made me feel as if he was simply holding it back

done with it

that were lying all over the place, the ink of the marker and pens spreading through even more papers, making it look like a big

sorry,

amount of the ointment on my arms and I tried not to gasp when

size of mine, and he could squash

he was done, he got up from the floor and went back to

with another as he began

He said, while gathering the

“Hmm?”