Conquering His Cold Heart

289 The Mysterious Man

Away from all the confusion and distress that budded from that one incident, and away from all the clutter of the city area, a man with blond hair and crimson red eyes walked into the bedroom after taking a fresh bath.

He stood in front of the mirror and pulled the towel that he was wrapping around the lower half of his body. He looked at his sculpted reflection in the mirror as if he was admiring himself. And slowly, he started to dab the towel on his stomach to wipe a few water droplets that were not ready to drop down yet.

After making sure that he wiped himself properly, he threw that towel on the bed that wasn’t made yet. He then walked towards the bed and opened a suitcase that he had brought along.

He took his time to select a set of clothes from a few sets that were inside the suitcase.

“I think this will do,” he mumbled after unfolding a black pair of trousers and holding it in front of him.

He turned to face the mirror again and put on his neatly fitted clothes one by one. After throwing in a black overcoat on top of his black waistcoat, he properly arranged the cuffs of his white shirt and stared at his reflection again.

He smiled at his own reflection and winked. “If only looks could kill,” he smiled and mumbled to his reflection.

He then put on his black boots, and to complete his look, he wore a black hat that hid the upper half of his face.

“Okay, all set.” He suddenly looked very serious and composed. And after letting out a deep breath, he narrowed his red eyes and murmured, “Now let’s take care of that anomaly that is trying to ruin my perfect plans.”

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After saying that, that man walked out of the room like a very distinguished gentleman. Without even trying, he was making it too obvious that he was a man from a noble class.

When a woman, who was the owner of the guesthouse, saw her guest coming downstairs, she asked in the most polite voice, “Mr. Herald, are you heading out to your usual place?”

He smiled at that woman and replied, “I’m afraid not, Mrs. Green. I have somewhere else where I need to be.”

“Ah!” The woman gave a nod and said, “I hope you have a good day, Mr. Herald.”

“Likewise,” he replied as he gallantly walked out of the guesthouse and towards the main road that was a little further away from where he was staying.

Though it was already evening, the sun was still brightly shining on the street that he was taking. So, he put his hand inside the pocket of his overcoat and then pulled out a sunglass. He wore it, perfectly covering his red eyes, and then continued walking towards the main road.

As soon as he reached the main road, he instantly grabbed the attention of a few carriage drivers who were looking for a business.

“Do you need a carriage, good sir?” one of the coachmen who was waiting for clients bowed to Herald and asked in a polite manner.

Herald waved his hand and replied politely, “No, thank you. Have a good day.”

He encountered a lot of coachmen who asked if he needed a ride. And along with those coachmen, he also captured the hearts of the ladies who suddenly lost their composure upon seeing such a handsome man walking alone.

It was nothing new for Herald as he always caught the eyes of a lot of people whenever he went out in the villages and towns. And since it was nothing new, he kept on walking as if everyone was invisible to him.

After walking for a while, he saw a coachman who didn’t look that interested in calling the attention of the people walking down the road.

Herald approached that coachman and gave him a piece of paper with an address written on it. And he asked, “Care to take me to that place?”

That young coachman looked at the address and although he was furrowing his brows as if he had some questions, he didn’t ask anything. Rather, he nodded his head and replied, “Sure. Please take your seat.”

Herald got inside the carriage that didn’t look fancy at all.

After the customer settled down, the coachman closed the door and climbed the carriage to take the customer to his destination.

When the carriage started to head towards the destination, Herald began to massage his knuckles one by one. After massaging the knuckles, he then started to massage the tips of his fingers, all while looking out of the window and feeling the cool breeze that was constantly hitting his face.

‘The air isn’t that bad here. It’s a shame that it is tainted by that man’s awful breath.’ He sighed and then began to massage his shoulders as well as his neck.

It didn’t take long for the carriage to reach its destination. The carriage came to a halt and then the coachman announced, “Sir, we have arrived at the address that you gave me. But are you sure that this is the right place?”

Herald looked around at the open surrounding that was not that far away from the town, but also not that close. “Yes, this is the right place,” he replied.

The coachman jumped down and then opened the door of the carriage.

Herald got out of the carriage and handed a heavy pouch to the coachman.

The coachman was flabbergasted when he peeked into the pouch filled with gold coins. He instantly held out that pouch in front of Herald and said, “Sir, it won’t cost you this much for that short distance. Just a single gold coin will be more than enough.”

Herald smiled and then waved his hand, denying to take the pouch back. “Oh, don’t worry. I have plenty of money. I am the King, after all.”

He suddenly covered his mouth as if he had said that by mistake. He then pressed his index finger over his lips and asked that dumbfounded coachman, “Don’t tell anyone that you gave a ride to me. I ran out of the castle to get some fresh air.”

The coachman gave a nervous smile and then bowed. “Sure, Your Majesty. Your secret is safe with me.”

Herald slyly smirked and then looked at the manor in a distance. His smirk suddenly vanished from his lips and instead a vengeful glare appeared in his eyes.

And he silently thought, ‘You are going to pay for what you did, Mr. Alpha.’