CHAPTER 271: TO MEND THE BOND

Casaio and Zilia dropped Idris off at the top academy for werewolves in the capital, where Idris was supposed to stay in the hostel for a few years.

As they drove back to their new residence, Zilia broke the silence in the car, "Idris looked happy being in the school."

"Now, don’t start again with thank you," Casaio said, keeping his focus on the road. He tapped the bud in his ear and answered the incoming call.

"Yes, Nick?"

"I heard you shifted to a new residence," Dominick said from the other side.

"Yeah. I think I should live separately while keep doing my work and fulfilling the duties," Casaio explained.

"Hmm. Well, if you’ve decided to live with Zilia, then it’s better to stay outside the palace. Mom will keep making it difficult for both of you," Dominick said.

"Hmm. I’m driving, Nick. I’ll call you once I arrive home." Casaio tapped on the earbud and pressed the accelerator.

"How’s Dominick doing?" Zilia asked, wanting to continue the conversation.

"Better. Juniper and he will marry soon, but she has already shifted to the palace. They both are mates, after all," Casaio replied.

Zilia felt guilty to hear that statement. How many times Casaio asked her to shift to the palace? She has even lost count. Every time, she refused to shift to the palace. She narrowly gazed at Casaio.

’I have made everything difficult for him. He even chose to live separately just to hold onto me. In his eyes, the bond we shared had a meaning of life and death. Like the vow we shared,’ Zilia thought.

The rest of the journey went in silence and they finally arrived at the villa, which was now their official residence.

Zilia shut the car’s door from her side and looked at the majestic villa.

It was the same in design which they both once talked about.

"Let’s go inside," Casaio said, turning his head to her. She walked to him and they both walked in. The servants lined up and greeted them in unison.

"You can introduce yourself to them later," Casaio told Zilia, who had slowly halted. But after hearing those words, she hurried up and went ahead. Looking at the staircase, her eyes moved up to the central giant chandelier, which was adorned with tiny golden bulbs. Everything about the house was perfect.

"Our room is upstairs," Casaio said.

’Our room?’ Zilia repeated that in her mind. Though she’s not a virgin, after everything that happened between them, she felt like one. It felt she would be sharing the bed with Casaio for the first time.

She didn’t realize when she ascended the stairs and reached their grand bedroom.

The favorite pallets, which she told once to Casaio, were used in the decoration of the room. She watched him remove his long coat, followed by the wristwatch he had put on.

Zilia shut the door lightly behind her and went to the balcony to check the scenery outside.

A smile formed on her lips as she looked at the garden below and the swimming pool.

As she turned around, her head bumped against Casaio’s chest, who suddenly appeared behind her.

"Ah, why are you here?" Zilia took a step back.

"Would you take a bath first or should I?" Casaio inquired.

"You should," Zilia said.

"The dinner is ready, I think. You should’ve had it without me. I don’t have an appetite," Casaio told her.

"Huh? Why? We didn’t even go outside," Zilia replied.

Casaio simply stared at her and walked inside the room without giving a response.

"Why does he not have an appetite?" Zilia murmured.

She returned to the room after some time and checked the cupboard. The clothes were neatly arranged in them. However, what surprised her was that Casaio’s most of the clothes were new. She remembered his wardrobe would always be filled with the clothes she had bought for him in the past.

Taking out a nightdress, Zilia sat on the chair, waiting for Casaio to come out. The phone in her purse rang, so she quickly checked it.

"Idris!" Her eyes lit up seeing her brother’s name on the screen. She answered the call and brought it to her ear.

"Sis, did you reach home?" Idris asked.

"Yes. Just a while ago. What are you doing? Have you taken your dinner? And what about your roommate? Did he also take his supper?" asked Zilia.

"I was preparing to go to sleep. Yes, she had dinner an hour ago. What about you and the Prince?" Idris inquired.

"We will have dinner in a while," Zilia replied. "Do you find it good? I know that’s a new place for you, but you’re supposed to adjust to that. It will take a few days before everything goes well," she added.

"Yes, sis. I feel sleepy," Idris said, yawning.

"Then, go to bed. Good night. And best wishes for your first class tomorrow," Zilia added.

"Hmm. Good night. Bye, sis."

As the call disconnected, Zilia lowered the phone on the table. After waiting for some time, Casaio had finally come out of the shower, draped in a towel.

Zilia promptly stood up and ran to the washroom.

Casaio glanced in her direction, but she had shut the door. Walking over to the cupboard, he pulled out a set of night clothes and slipped them on. With the same towel he’d used earlier, he began drying his damp hair.

’Cas, are you sure to mend the bond we both broke once?’ Kaen’s voice reverberated in the back of his head.

Casaio lowered the towel to the chair. ’I think we already talked about it. I want Zilia in my life.’

’But forcing a mark isn’t a nice idea. We will suffer. I am not ready for another heartbreak. You should know how sacred it is for us,’ Kaen complained.

’I am aware of that. The mark on her will at least shut down the rumors circulating among the people. I hoped they wouldn’t sense something was off between us. But they did,’ Casaio replied with a stern gaze.