Chapter 68
Chapter 68 Soft Touches
Felix nodded quickly, his tone soft and compliant. “I know, I remember p>
Lyra held her hand out once more.
Finished
Felix instantly refocused his full attention, his gaze locking onto her hand. He gently pried her fingers open, squeezing the soft flesh of her palm and knuckles slowly and intently.
Watching how thoroughly he enjoyed the small gesture, a sudden idea popped into Lyra’s head.
He was only holding her left hand, which left her right hand free to write.
She wrote, “Tomorrow, I’ll apply for something new for you to play with p>
Felix tilted his head, still gently kneading her fingertips. “What is it p>
Lyra only wrote, “You’ll love it p>
Felix lifted an eyebrow, bright anticipation glinting in his lake-green eyes. “Alright then p>
After counting down a few quiet seconds, Lyra pulled her hand back.
She gestured toward the utility cart, signaling she had work to finish.
Felix’s cheeks flushed a soft, vivid pink, ripe and warm like fresh peaches. His eyes shimmered with unspoken regret, clearly unsatisfied with their brief moment.
“…Got it p>
Lyra pointed lightly at his head.
Felix assumed she was reminding him not to break his earlier promise.
He replied in a soft, coaxing tone, like soothing a child. “I remember, I promise I do p>
Lyra glared at him and stretched out her arm again.
Felix’s eyes lit up instantly, and he moved to grab her hand without hesitation.
Lyra swatted his hand away cleanly.
She pointed again at his head, then mimed a flying motion.
Felix rubbed the spot she’d swatted with feigned grievance, though a wide, amused grin tugged openly at his lips.
In the blink of an eye, the crow hopped out from behind him.
Lyra shot him one final, exasperated look, like she was staring at a fool, then turned and left with the spirit animal in tow.
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Finished
Once she was gone, Felix dropped his gaze to his own hands, his smile growing wider and brighter by the second.
He lifted his palms to his nose and breathed in deeply, completely captivated.
He pressed his warm hands to his cheeks, as if the lingering warmth and faint scent of her skin were gently cupping his face.
His heart raced wildly in his chest, thrumming with pure, giddy excitement.
If Lyra had stayed to see his utterly infatuated expression, she definitely would’ve stunned him rigid with her stun gun.
Lyra stopped by Cell 201 on her rounds.
The food she’d delivered earlier sat untouched, still sealed in its packaging.
She was not sure whether he did not like it or simply was not hungry.
She’d find out for sure when she dropped off dinner later.
After collecting all the dirty clothes and sending spirit animal companions back to their cells, she headed for the laundry room.
As she returned the crow, Felix surprisingly asked a genuine question. “You make a special trip every single time. Doesn’t it get annoying p>
Lyra’s eyes widened like she barely recognized him.
Had he been possessed by some random spirit?
“Why’re you staring at me like that p>
Lyra continued to study him quietly.
She had to admit, when Felix was calm and normal, his striking good looks made him far more pleasant to
be around.
She wrote a note, pushed it in, and closed the window before leaving.
Felix picked up the note and smiled at the words.
“They’re way better behaved than you. I never get tired of them p>
Felix brushed his fingers over the neat handwriting, then glanced at the crow beside him, which stood rigid and aloof, clearly uninterested in him.
He’d only meant that he could recall his spirit animal on his own, saving her the extra trip.
He’d never expected to be compared to these creatures.
Fine. If she wanted to put in the extra work, she could keep running back and forth.
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Finished
The loud rumble of the laundry room machines did nothing to disrupt the chattering staff inside.
They laughed and gossiped casually among themselves, falling dead silent the second Lyra stepped through the door. Each woman went back to her work without a word, pointedly ignoring her presence
They’d acted the exact same way when she’d worked here before, pretending she didn’t exist.
Now they continued their petty, passive-aggressive behavior, clearly trying to make her feel unwelcome and uncomfortable.
Lyra didn’t understand their petty hostility and paid it no mind.
She only cared about doing her job well, spending time with the friendly spirit animals, and chatting with the Sentinels in the cells.
That simple routine was more than enough to make her happy.
No bad mood could stand up to the comfort of fluffy spirit animals.
If one furry companion wasn’t enough, two would always fix it.
The
person responsible for receiving the clothes was still that older woman.
She shot Lyra a cold side glance, silently grabbing the cart and shoving the piles of clothes into the washing machines.
Lyra turned to leave, but paused at the door when she heard quiet muttering behind her.
“Some people really do treat this place like their own home, doing whatever they want p>
“Times have really changed. They hurt others and still get to live easy, guilt-free lives p>
“Wonder if she ever regretted pouring her heart out to someone who didn’t deserve it when she’s laid up
sick p>
“Quit your whining and get back to work. You’ll get lectured again if she hears you p>
“If she herself is willing, what can you do p>
The pointed, passive-aggressive words made Lyra freeze mid-step.
She glanced back over her shoulder.
The staff kept their backs to her, busying themselves with their work like their comments were nothing bu idle complaints.
Lyra shrugged off the quiet hostility and walked out.
The women watched her leave, frustrated that their jabs had completely missed their mark.
“She only gets away with everything because she’s cozy with Mr. Vale. No other staff member could mess
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up and get their old pusition back so easily p>
“Jessa lost everything for nothing. She burned all her bridges for Lyra and got nothing in return p>
“That’s her own fault for sucking up to an ungrateful brat p>
That older woman listened to the bitter chatter in silence, never saying a word.
Lyra walked calmly to the mess hall to pick up the Sentinels’ dinner.
Finished
While the others helped stack up piece after piece of raw meat thick with a bloody smell, Lyra double- checked the prepared cooked rations on the side.
Maroel was notoriously picky with food, and she wanted to make sure there was nothing included that he disliked.
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Lucia Morh
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.