Conquering His Cold Heart

321 The Boy

After ending the conversation with Regulus, Lorenzo was escorted to the guest quarter by two men who used to work in the manor for Romulus. Now that Romulus was no more, they all naturally began serving Regulus, who they believed would take the position of their previous alpha.

“So, this is where you will be staying from now on.” One of the men pushed the door to one of the rooms of the quarter and gestured for Lorenzo to get inside.

Lorenzo was skeptical to enter the room when he saw how grand it looked as compared to his previous shabby room.

And to add to that, right now he looked like someone who had just returned after fighting a battle for days. He was covered in bruises, sweat, and dirt. And he felt as if his presence alone would ruin the room.

The other man saw the reluctance that Lorenzo showed. And he said while pointing at the door that was at one corner of the room, “You can use that bathroom if you want. I will have the maids bring some spare clothes to you.”

Lorenzo instantly felt grateful towards that man. He gave a subtle bow and said with a soft smile on his face, “I would really appreciate that.”

After both the men left from there, Lorenzo kept on standing by the door and looked around the room. ‘I don’t deserve this luxury at all. I don’t fit here.’ That was all he could think of at the moment.

He held his stomach with his arms and painfully crouched down right where he was. His pupils dilated as his mind started to wander. He sighed after thinking how his life took a 180-degree turn in a matter of just a few days.

‘And I thought I was going to win in life! I thought I was the luckiest man to have been favored by the alpha. But… I was nothing more than a decorated slave who didn’t even have as much value as the dirt stuck on his shoes.’

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Lorenzo sighed once more in despair. Once again, he was forced to be that very thing when all he wanted to do was run away from the ordeals of being a part of the clan which barely treated him right.

When he was lost in the depth of his distress, he didn’t realize that he was being watched by someone from the corner of the corridor. And before he could even react to the footsteps as light as that of a cat, someone jumped at him from behind and made him fall head-first on the floor.

For a split second there, Lorenzo was scared that Regulus had sent someone to finish him up. His heart almost jumped out of his mouth because of the fear.

“W-Who is it? W-What are you trying to do to me?” he asked with trembling lips. He even lifted his head and tried to look behind him to see who was attacking him out of the blue. However, he couldn’t see who it was.

And instead of answering, the attacker clasped Lorenzo’s mouth with their palm and tried to bang his head on the floor again.

Lorenzo resisted, thinking that some kid was trying to play a prank on him. The palm that he felt over his mouth was too thin and small to be that of an assassin’s. At least that was what he thought because although he was not that good at fighting, he easily managed to push himself up on his knees while the attacker was still clinging to his back.

The attacker tried smashing Lorenzo down to the ground with all force again but to no avail.

Lorenzo grabbed that attacker’s wrist with one of his hands and used his body to push that attacker to the side, on the ground, using all his force.

“Argh!” that attacker grunted, revealing that the voice belonged to a boy who was probably in his teen years.

Lorenzo took a quick peek outside of the door to see if there were any other men who were standing in the corridor. When he saw no one around, he was sure that the boy was acting independently and wasn’t ordered by anyone, especially not by Regulus.

After confirming that the boy was alone, Lorenzo focused back on the attacker.

The boy had managed to stand on all fours. But he was still taking his time to get up on his feet. It seemed as if he was having difficulty breathing after being slammed to the ground like that.

“Who the hell are you? And why are you after me?” Lorenzo leaped and pinned the boy down to the ground before he could completely recover from that fall earlier.

He saw that the boy had covered the lower half of his face with a piece of cloth. Apart from that, he noticed how the boy had a very thin frame.

He grabbed the boy by his collar and asked while shaking him a bit, “What do you want from me?”

Since that boy didn’t answer, Lorenzo reached out his hand to grab the mask.

The boy grunted and tried to keep his head out of Lorenzo’s reach.

They both struggled for a while. But in the end, Lorenzo managed to snatch away the cloth that was covering the boy’s face. And even though he was now looking at the boy’s skinny face, he wasn’t sure if he had ever seen this boy before.

When the boy started to glare and snarl at Lorenzo, Lorenzo wasn’t sure why the boy was after him at all. So, he asked, “Do you even know me? What is the meaning behind attacking me like this?”

The boy, however, kept on flaring his nose and glaring at Lorenzo as if he hadn’t still given up on the idea of killing Lorenzo right then and there. The hatred in his eyes was so deep that Lorenzo felt a little intimidated by that boy.

Before things could escalate further though, a maid who was given the task to bring some spare clothes for Lorenzo arrived there.

She instantly widened her eyes upon seeing the two men struggling on the floor.

And when she recognized the boy, she instantly exclaimed in fear, “Master Cillian!”