Chapter 240 - Inna? (2) (1/2)

Under the cold and quiet weather, a certain young man was reminiscing of his childhood memories all the while taking his time walking.

He wanted to savor the night, stretching it out as much as time would ever allow. But it was already the start of the morning twilight and he knew that if he were to delay any longer, a certain someone would begin panicking for sure.

And so, torn between wanting to make the moment last and hurrying to safety, Raghnall continued to securely carry Inna as he walked at a much faster pace.

He didn't want to teleport right away since its a rare moment for him to actually carry a sleeping Inna on his arms but he knew that he shouldn't selfishly take his time as well since he wanted her to rest properly in the comfort of her own bed.

And so, when he began to see the roof of her dorms by the distance, Raghnall unconsciously clicked his tongue in mild irritation.

Under the quiet surroundings, the sudden sound became far too clear and loud to his liking.

And worried that he might've woken up Inna, he instinctively looked at her to check if it somehow roused her up.

And when he saw her sleeping soundly and peacefully, he couldn't help but release a small smile in relief.

He never cared for someone as much as he cared for her.

That was what he realized the moment she sang for him.

She was no doubt beautiful, but he had seen far too many beautiful women to call her the most beautiful in the country.

She was no doubt strong, but he had also seen far too many strong women to call her the strongest in the country.

But for some reason, despite her not being the 'best' at anything especially at being a normal well-mannered lady, he couldn't help but be weirdly drawn to her.

He always believed that he would only be with a woman who had as much talent as he did-- with someone as strong as he was.

Someone who was the perfect lady in anyway…

Rhys and he used to talk about it a lot... on who they would end up marrying in the future.

Each of them had their own different standards, with Rhys wanting a more outspoken and headstrong woman while Raghnall wanting a kind, hardworking, and lively one.

But for some reason, instead of choosing that kind of lady in the numerous marriage proposals offered to him, his heart somehow ended up getting attached to a barbaric, witty, and unsophisticated woman who, although had talent, was as lazy as a sloth high on powdered nuts.

Raghnall snorted as he stared at her comical sleeping face with drool dripping on the side of her mouth.

Even after a year of spending time with her, he still couldn't get used to her crazy antics and shameless habits. And he just couldn't understand why he was attracted to her when his type was nearly the opposite of her.

She held no grace nor delicacy, no shame nor sensitivity, but she somehow held his heart in the palm of her hands.

Raghnall sighed as he stared at her.

Yet it seems like she's unaware of it.