Chapter 198. A Desire for Freedom

She wished she could just run and run and fly high like a bird in the sky that lived its life freely without any restrictions.

Her throat clogged at this sudden feeling, and tears brimmed in her eyes. It was the second day in his mansion, and she was already feeling claustrophobic.

Her teary and complaining eyes snapped towards him, and she found him already staring at her. Her eyes said it all. He got the message—her complaints, her miseries. Her eyes were telling her tale to him, and he was a maestro at reading eyes.

He looked away and focused on something else as something tugged at his heart.

What was that feeling?

Regret?

Was that really regret?

Maybe.

He shook off all the thoughts and replied to his third-in-command, Amman. Last night, one of the warehouses was attacked by Osmani's men. It was evident that someone from the inside had assisted them in the attack.

The ambush was too precise, too calculated to have happened w