Chapter 187: A Bowl Of Beef Stew

Inside the guest room, the air was heavy with the scent of burning woods and spice, whilst Cassian already had the fireplace set, illuminating the exquisite room with a brilliant orange-yellowish light. His attention was instantly diverted to the door that slid open the next minute, revealing Ivan who was all dressed up into something more comfy and simple. His crimson orbs glanced at Cassian who eyed him confusedly, and strangely, they both emitted the same amount of arrogance presently. Ivan couldn't remember the last time someone had looked at him with such guts, but, however, he always overlooked the ones of this particular stranger for no valid reasons at all.