Chapter 167: Worried

—Princess Iris—

 Something fell off from the wall that ruined my concentration on my masterpiece. I stood from my seat and went to the foyer and found the picture frame on the floor. The glass was shattered. I picked it up and wiggled the glasses down. I sighed and found my handsome mate holding an air gun. I put it on the long bedside table and went to the stockroom to get the broom to clean it up. 

 After I cleaned it, I went to the kitchen to search for something when I smelled Cassandra and Lyndon entering the kitchen from the back door. They put paper bags over the counter table. I sniffed and smelled some good fries. 

"It's already four, why hasn't Raoul come home?" I asked Lyndon as I took out the fast food take out. 

"He has a business to take care of," Lyndon told. 

"Oh," 

 I started munching the onion rings. It didn't taste good so I put it down. I went back to the fridge and searched for something to eat.