Ishakan X Leah

Chapter 60-62

Chapter 60. When Patience Runs Out (1)

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"...Hah."

An abrupt scoff squeezed out from behind his clenched teeth. On the back of his hands, lines of blue popped. Blain had seen the explicit play happening under the table.

His blood was riled by the provocative exchange he had witnessed between Leah and Ishakan. In a fury, Blain contemptuously discarded the tableware he had picked up to the quivering servant, who had been waiting anxiously since the crown prince bent to pick up the piece of porcelain himself.

It was the first time he had seen the royal do that, and the expression that crossed Blain's face afterwards had been frightening.

With a nervous and humble posture, the servant immediately brought back new tableware for him. Blain, who had begrudgingly received it, could not forget the image he had seen. His hands grasped the cool white porcelain tightly. His grip so strong, at any moment, it seemed the tableware would break under pressure.

Unlike Blain, who was struggling to contain his rage, Ishakan slowly drew his cup towards his lips and smirked. His posture was ever so relaxed, that one could easily tell, he comfortably fit into the luncheon.

Judging from his attitude, it seemed that Ishakan had deliberately acted as such, for Blain to see.

The next moment, Cerdina cocked her head and glanced towards them. Her gaze narrowed at the servant, an apparent expression of dissatisfaction spread across her face. Her eyebrows furrowed distastefully—it appeared that the queen had seen Blain picking up the tableware himself.

For a prince to act lowly in front of the esteemed guest present, Cerdina inhaled sharply and shot daggers at the innocent trembling servant, who feared to even look directly at her eyes.

Leah could not find her shoes, which had peeled off. She blushingly hid her feet deep inside her dress, hoping that would stop Ishakan from touching her provocatively again.

Ishakan laughed lowly, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. His low rumble tickled her ears and made her want to hide herself. She felt a nudge beneath the table, and quickly slipped her feet back into the delicate shoes Ishakan had stolen away.

Blain grasped the knife in his hand, the tense grip made it difficult for him to cut up his meal. The aromatic lamb dressed in thyme and smoked lavender that had been served, laid untouched.

He seemed to be trying to put up with it somehow. But the moment his eyes met Ishakan's, who was smiling leisurely across the circular table from him, he eventually, with a rough gesture, laid down the tableware again.

The furious prince, who had been ignoring Ishakan up to this point, spoke to him for the first time.

"Does the food suit your taste?"

Amusement flashed across Ishakan's face. He seemed to be having fun, taunting Blain. He stared at him as if asking if he wanted to try it.

"I heard it's hard to get ingredients in the sand desert, but I'm worried that unfamiliar food might not suit your taste."

Although Blain's words implied that the food Ishakan was eating was far more precious than just a normal meal, Ishakan's expression remained the same; relaxed and carefree. He was a king after all, no matter how rare the food, what was there that he could not get? Ishakan briefly opened his mouth, and drawled.

"That's what I'm saying. More than I expected..."

He tilted his head, eyes turning to look at Leah. From her large amethyst eyes, to her small nose, pouty lips and small chin, he mapped her face in his eyes. Traveling further, he reached where her porcelain skin met the neck of her dress, which was gently wrapped around her shoulders, like a silk cocoon.