Chapter 55: Kill Him(2)

"You want me to kill my child?" Alaya's voice pitched in shock as she pressed her baby to her chest protectively. It was unbelievable that the goddess who had just saved hers and her son's lives was also the one who suggested that she should kill him.

"I didn't say you have to kill him." Lolanthe smirked with a hint of naughtiness. "It doesn't matter what the truth is. All that matters is that everyone believes what you want them to think."

"Believe what I want them to think…" A hint of calm restored in Alaya's eyes as she figured it out. "Thank you."

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"Why are you staring at me that way?" Dairon waved a hand in front of Jasmine's face to pull her out of her trance that made her seem as though she was reading his mind.

"She didn't have a choice. She couldn't keep you." She muttered when her mind started to wrap around what had happened.

"What?" Her sudden statement didn't make any sense.

"Your mother." She briefly explained, still emotional. "For some odd reason, I found out what happened to her. It was like one of those snippets I watched in The Clock, only that this time I wasn't virtually there." She stopped speaking when she realized that the process didn't matter. "Anyways, if she stayed with you, her clan would have killed you. It must also be the reason why she didn't give you to your father either."

A frown settled between his brows. "It doesn't matter, Jasmine."

She tilted her head and looked at him. Of course it mattered. He wouldn't try to avoid the topic if it didn't. With a shrug, she skirted around the topic.

"We have more things in common than I realized."

Her words caught him off guard, he stopped walking and turned to look at her. "Really? What are those?"

"Being human before suddenly realizing we are demi deities?" She let out a tiny chuckle. "Being different from our age mates. At least according to The Clock, I was different too. I have a feeling there are many more similarities that we are yet to find." She left out the coincidences that might make him read too much into it.

"And we have differences that are similar, if that makes sense." She continued to tick off as if it was exciting to finally find someone with whom she shared so many things in common. "Your mother gave you to humans for your safety, while mine gave me to gods to ease my pain. It's different but in a similar kind of way."

"It makes a lot of sense." A smile danced on his lips. "Do you think fate is trying to portray something?"

She tried to ignore his flirting, though she was doing a bad job at it. Her knuckles were pale from how hard she was gripping her roasted recipe book. "It's a coincidence, isn't it?"

"There is no such thing as a coincidence, Jasmine. It's fate."

Fate.

Just the last word she needed to hear after escaping it. Yet when it replayed in her mind, it brought about a strong urge to put it down.

"Are books the only kind of stationery I can get here?" She looked around the endless walls.

"No. You can get everything else. Bookmarks,"

She didn't wait for him to finish speaking before placing her palm on the wall. "I need paper and pencils… uhm… charcoal will do too." She changed the item halfway when she remembered where she was.

He watched as she grabbed the items she had gotten and sat at an old counter, then her hands frantically coursed along the paper.

"I thought Maximus was the only one whose inspiration always flashed at the most random times." He peeked over with a quirky brow in amusement.

"I think it's a thing with many designers." She didn't stop her movement on the paper as she spoke to him. "At least many of those I know."

Noticing her slightly furrowed brows and her slowed movements, he did not say a word more and stood to the side as he watched her draw new drafts at a speed he didn't know was possible. Each of them was unique and beautiful.

When she was done, she tried to get something from the wall with no avail.

"What are you looking for?" He asked.

"A stapler…" Her voice trailed off. "Anything I can use to clip the paper together."

His contemplative gaze made her shocked and disappointed at the same time. Weren't staplers invented tens of centuries ago?

"Maybe you could picture the tool instead of its name?" He suggested and she thought it made sense. Perhaps the gods had some strange name for it.

When she managed to clip the paper, she smiled as she labelled the stack "Fated Love."

"Fated love?" He couldn't help being curious at the name she had chosen.

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"Labelling is just an easy way of finding the drafts later. Love is my greatest inspiration." She answered both of the questions in his mind.

"But why love?" He still couldn't understand. It wasn't like she was in love or anything.

"Not necessarily romantic love." She dispelled his thoughts. "It could be love for anything or anyone."

He took the liberty to glance through the drafts as she made new ones, invigorated.

"These would make beautiful outfits." He was not just saying it because she drew them. Although they had no color and the patterns were a blur, he knew that they would be breathtaking based on the details he could see.

"Yeah, such a pity that they're all for me now." She sighed.

"Including these? Aren't these for men?" He flipped to the last few pieces in confusion. He was not confused. He knew exactly why she drew them.

He still had to hear her explain. "Oh, I promised Sinos some outfits. The end result will be stunning, I'm certain of it." She even winked slightly.

"I can't wait to see them." While that was true, he was fighting the urge to rip the drafts meant for Sinos into a million pieces. Maybe he could "uncontrollably'' get the men's pieces wet?

But then she would lose her heartfelt work and would have to do it again. He didn't want that no matter how jealous he was.

The ground trembled.

Her eyes shot up even though it was the ground that was shaking. "What now?"

"You are starting to feel restless." He observed. "We can get out of here if you are uncomfortable."

"Okay."

They didn't have time to rush through the door so he teleported them back to his mansion.

Since she had planned to get some of the clothes done, she set up a workstation at one end of her room which was still big enough with the addition. She tried out the feature he had mentioned and got some fabric to start off with.

The end results made her eyes brighten as she held a honey-colored dress. "The quality is awesome. If I made clothes out of these in the human world, I would definitely have a fortune."

"Well, feel free to make a fortune here." He smiled as he watched her.

He felt Sinos' presence just as he finished up, which he announced to her. "Sinos is here."

"Great. I'll check what he brought." She stood to go downstairs. Sure enough, Sinos had just arrived and he was carrying a box that looked like it weighed tons.

"Jasmine! I brought the materials." He waved her over excitedly and opened the box. She had to cover her eyes from the shine for a moment.

When she could finally handle the shine, she looked into the box with her jaw dropped. "What in the world are these?"

"Treasures! These are so rare." He looked like he was asking for praise.

"I know." She could see that clearly. She would be a billionaire if she sold these off. "But what are they doing here?"

"Didn't you ask me to bring materials so you could make me men's clothes?" He scratched his head in confusion at her reaction.

"And there are the supposed materials?" She looked at him then at the box.

"Yes..?" his voice dropped in uncertainty.

She shut her eyes and rubbed her forehead with her fingers. "When I said that you should bring material, I meant fabric like cotton, polyester, silk, velvet, and wool not freaking diamonds, gold and ruby!"

"Uhm… so these cannot be used?" He looked deflated as though he really imagined that clothes could be made out of what he had brought.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Never mind. I'll try to put them to use but I'll only need a small amount." Clothes embedded with precious stones would suit him. Since she had enough fabric, she picked out what she would need from the box and gave the rest to him.

"Please keep them. Take it as repayment." He excitedly offered what she thought of as billions. "I really appreciate you doing this for me."

"It's nothing much. I enjoy doing it anyway." She rejected the precious stones.

"Do you need my help? I can help out with the little tasks. Like bringing you drinks and food.. You definitely need them, right?" Dairon grabbed the chance to make himself useful.

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