Chapter 14

"What did you say?" Upon hearing me, Blake’ eyes widened.

"I said I'll stay," I gripped my hands tight and repeated with a clearer voice.

Blake's eyes lit up like someone who have seen the sun after the prolonged winter. A smile beautiful

smile bloomed on his lips, making my heart waver. Then, he reached out to me, clearly wanting to

hug me.

I looked at Blake with a frown before taking a few steps back, avoiding his touch. I rubbed my ears,

feeling a little awkward.

"But I'm only staying to help remove the poison," I quickly emphasized. Although I said I would stay,

it wasn't because I have forgiven Blake and accepted him again as my mate. I only wanted to

detoxify him.

Blake's hand froze in midair, his face suddenly turned blank. After a couple of seconds, Blake finally

withdrew his hand.

"And after that?" Blake carefully asked me.

"I will leave," I answered.

Blake's expression instantly fell. The hope that just flickered in his eyes disappeared and was

replaced with pain and sadness.

I could feel his gaze still fell on me, but I chose to ignore it. I couldn't... 1 just couldn't bear the

mournful look on his face.

As I was at a loss, Arthur broke the silence by bumping Blake's shoulder and saying, "Hey lucky bro,

we found the solution to the poison. You'll be fine!"

Silence...again.

Blake didn't say anything. He did not even glance at Arthur, as if what Arthur said did not matter at

all. It was as if he did not care about living or dying.

He merely kept staring at me, quiet but aloof.

Arthur had an embarrassed look on his face. He scratched his head awkwardly and put some

distance between himself and Blake.

Feeling suffocated by Blake's stare, I looked away from him and intentionally turned to Arthur.

"Do you have his body check-up result? I especially need a report on his blood work to determine

which poison is in his system.” I asked, purposely ignoring Blake.

"Yes... We have that." Arthur only hesitated for a moment before he quickly retrieved a stack of

documents from his office desk and handed them to me. My heart sank as I briefly went through

the papers. Based on Blake's result and blood work, the poison that was given to him was... a very

complex poison.

I felt a cold chill down my spine. "Looks like Father and the others really wanted Blake dead.” If not

for Blake's unique physique and strength, he would have already died a hundred times.

"What is it?" Arthur frowned at my expression. "Is it hard to cure?"

I bit my lip and nodded, "I need time to produce the antidote.”

"How long will that take?" Arthur must have understood my meaning and asked with a serious

expression.

"I will get it done as soon as possible,” I answered.

Blake was my mate. Despite everything that happened, I did not want him to be hurt in any way. I

hoped for Blake's safety, more so than Arthur... more so than anyone.

I would do anything to cure him.

"I shall take this report with me.” Filled with determination, I headed to the door while flipping

through the pages.

Suddenly, Arthur called out to me, "Chloe."

I stopped, realizing I did not even wait for their reply before leaving. Awkwardly, I turned around

and asked, "Do you need anything else?"

"Well..." Arthur looked troubled. His brows were furrowed as he stammered, "Can I... Can I trouble

you to check on the condition of other members of the pack? They..."

"Arthur!" Blake cut him off sternly, scaring him into shutting up. The clinic was again filled with

silence.

Blake ignored Arthur and walked up to me. He was giving me a burning stare as he asked, "Chloe, I

have something to say to you. I..."

"Arthur, did you say that someone else was poisoned too?" I deliberately ignored Blake and turned

my attention to Arthur. At the moment, I could not face Blake. I did not know how to deal with him.

More than that, I was afraid he would ask me questions that I could not answer. For example, to stay

or not to stay?

Therefore, my only solution was to avoid him.

Arthur awkwardly looked at Blake before looking at me. "Ah... Y-Yes..." He gave a lagged response.

"Bring me to them," I offered.

"S-Sure.” Arthur shot a sympathetic look at Blake and led me outside. Right after we began to move,

I heard Blake's heavy and hoarse voice coming from behind. "I'm sorry..."

My heart skipped a beat. I halted for a second but soon continued walking away, not giving him a

single glance.

Arthur brought me to visit the poisoned patients, and I quickly tailored the antidotes based on their

symptoms. Soon after they took their antidotes, their condition gradually improved.

"I never thought that we could solve this poison issue fast. Thanks for the hard work," Arthur said,

leaning against the door frame while observing the patients.

I flashed a smile at him and started to feel tired.

"By the way, have you seen this type of poison before?” He turned to me.

"No. That poison is rudimentary. It will not show up in our pack,” I answered without hesitation, not

noticing that he was prodding me. Arthur frowned upon hearing my answer but did not ask me

anymore.

I only heard him sigh and said, "Now, the key is to deal with the poison in Blake. He's our king, and

we cannot allow anything to happen to him."

"I understand.” I curled my fist tightly and lowered my head reflexively. "Sorry. This is all because of

me."

Surprisingly, I heard his cryptic chuckle before feeling a soft pat on the shoulder. "This has nothing

to do with you. There's no need to feel guilty.”

Shaking my head, "No matter what, I will try my best to come up with the antidote,” I promised.

No matter what happened, no matter what it would take, I would find a cure and detoxify Blake.

"Yes, I trust you." Arthur flashed a faint smile at me.

In fact, Blake was suffering from the worst poison in the pack. The actual antidote was in the hands

of my father. With my ability, I might not come up with the perfect antidote.

To be honest... I had no confidence at all.

For the next two days, I locked myself in Arthur's lab and attempted to create an antidote, only to

fail multiple times.

"How terrible," I thought. I pinched my aching forehead and gave myself some breathing space.

Then, I plunged into the process again.

It was then I heard someone knocking on the door.

"Come in," I responded without looking up. My focus was solely on the two types of herbs in my

hands. If my guess was right, the maid had come by to deliver lunch again. Despite that, I had no

appetite at all. I reminded myself that every second counted if I was going to create the antidote

that would save Blake.

However, I was completely stunned when the door opened. The moment I smelled the scent of crisp

alpine, my attention was immediately drawn to the entrance. There I saw Blake standing upright and

staring at me without blinking. My troubled heart started to race.

"Why are you..." Blake marched toward me fast as I was speaking. With a stern face, he questioned

me, "Why are you not eating?"

"What?" I blinked as my heart leaped into my throat.

"The maid told me you didn't rest at all these past few days. You didn't eat much of the food that

was sent over, either.” He pointed to the cold food on the table with concern.

I tried to look away from his eyes and mumbled, "I have to get the poison out of your system as

soon as possible.”

"But you need rest," Blake stressed as he stood a foot away from me. My heart felt like it was on a

marathon.

"I... 1 know my limits. You should go," I told him while fumbling with the herbs on the lab table,

trying my best to ignore him.

"That's enough!" He suddenly grabbed my wrist and growled angrily, "Follow me. You need to rest."

"It's fine!" I freed myself from his grip. "I cannot afford to waste any time!"

"So? Are you sacrificing your health for that? Do you know that you look very pale now? Your

injuries haven't healed yet!" Blake bellowed with an intensity that I had never seen before.

In my memory, he was almost too calm to a fault. Because of his burning fury, my initial reaction to

his fiery gaze was to escape from the situation.

"I... I'm fine," I muttered and stumbled backward. Blake surprisingly took my arm and pulled me

toward him. I gasped, and after recovering from the shock, I found myself being lifted into his arms.

"Let go of me!" I yelled.

"Shut up!" Blake was as cold as winter as he walked to the lab entrance, carrying me in his arms.

"I need to create an antidote for you! Don't you want to live?"

Blake came to a stop. Just when I thought he would let me go, he suddenly smirked. "If your

motivation for creating the antidote is so that you could leave me soon, I would rather never have

the antidote.”

With that, he strode out from the lab with me in his arms.

After hearing his words, my heart stopped for a minute.. I stared at Blake blankly and was at a loss

for words.