Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 92: Need

As she moved toward the bed, the door creaked open, and Lyle stepped inside. He was dressed simply in a white shirt and pants, his presence as composed as ever. Behind him, a maid pushed in a serving cart laden with food and a steaming teapot. The maid bowed silently before retreating, leaving the two of them alone.

Lyle’s gaze swept over her, his lips quirking in approval at the sight of her in his clothes.

"You must be hungry," he remarked, retrieving the tray and setting it on the bedside table. "I asked the maids to prepare something for you."

Eira crossed her arms and shot him a glare. "I’m sure that’s not all you asked them to do. Apparently, they can’t tell the difference between a dress and pajamas."

"They suit you," he replied calmly, ignoring her irritation as he handed her a glass of water.

Eira took it with a huff, sipping cautiously. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

Lyle simply nodded, sitting down beside her. "It’s better this way. If you wear my clothes, you’ll smell of me."

She let out a tired sigh, too drained to argue, and sank onto the bed. His gaze lingered on her, full of a tenderness that made her squirm. She looked away, clearing her throat. She could never quite get used to this side of him.

"Do you want to eat here or at the table?" he asked, motioning to the small table by the window. His voice was softer than usual, almost gentle.

"The bed’s fine," she muttered, exhaustion pulling at her. Moving seemed like too much effort.

Lyle nodded, retrieving the tray and setting it carefully on her lap. The aroma of warm soup and freshly baked bread wafted up, making her stomach growl.

"Eat," he urged, sitting beside her again, his presence steady and unmoving.

She picked up the spoon but paused mid-air when she noticed him watching her intently. "What now?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I’m making sure you eat properly," he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"I’m not a child, Lyle. For fucks sake." she said, rolling her eyes as she started eating. Despite her annoyance, the food was delicious, and the warmth began to soothe her frayed nerves.

"You don’t have to be a child for me to care," he said simply, leaning back but keeping his gaze on her. "Anything that concerns you will never be a chore for me."

Eira wanted to tell him to shut up, but she didn’t. Or maybe she didn’t want to. It was strange—seeing him like this, hearing him say these things—it felt unreal. Part of her wanted to believe it was genuine.

She didn’t want to stop him. At least until he switches back.

She swallowed a spoonful of soup and asked, "How did you find me?" she asked, changing the topic.

"It was simple. Through Reed," Lyle replied evenly.

"Reed? How?"

"He has a tracker on him."

Eira’s brows furrowed. "On his body? Where?"

"Not on his body. In his body," Lyle corrected, his tone matter-of-fact.

Her spoon paused mid-air. "What?"

"Our technology far surpasses what’s publicly known. It’s a nanochip embedded in his bloodstream. It monitors his location and vitals. He consented to it as part of his duty to protect you," Lyle explained. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Eira frowned but continued eating. "You didn’t think to tell me this sooner?"

"It wasn’t necessary for you to know until now." His violet eyes softened as they met hers. "Eira, my only priority is your safety. I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure it."

She wanted to argue, but what could she say? The tracker had proven its worth by helping him find her, even in another city. Still, she had to confirm one thing.

She sighed, setting the spoon down. "Fine. But it’s not harmful, right?"

"No," Lyle assured her. "I designed it myself. It’s completely harmless to the host."

Satisfied, she nodded. "Good. I don’t want anyone suffering because of me."

Lyle’s gaze softened even further. "I understand. But you must also understand that my decisions, no matter how extreme, are always made with your well-being in mind. I would never let you be hurt."

Eira looked at him pointedly. "That’s the problem. You act like you’re the only one who gets to decide what’s best for me. I’m not some fragile thing you need to lock in a cage."

"You’re not fragile," he said quietly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You’re strong—stronger than you realize. But even the strongest need someone to protect them. And I... I need to protect you."

"For yourself, right?" she challenged.

"No." He stepped closer, his voice dropping. "It’s not for myself. It’s because I can’t stand the thought of you being hurt. You must think I’m mad, but that’s the truth, Ephyra."

Eira stared at him, stunned. "Wait... have you fallen in love with me?"

"I haven’t," he replied, his voice steady. "I don’t feel emotions like love. But I feel a pull toward you—something I can’t explain. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before."

Her mouth opened, then closed. "You’re... you’re serious?"

"I am."

Eira blinked, trying to process his words. "You’re either lying, crazy, or not human. Honestly, this feels like something out of a fantasy romance novel."

"I’m human," he said simply. "But different."

"Okay, you know what? Let’s pretend none of this happened. You never said anything, and I didn’t hear it." She moved toward the bed. "I’m going to sleep."

She climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over her. "Goodnight, Lyle."

He hesitated but eventually stepped toward the door. "If you need anything, call for me," he said softly before leaving.

Eira didn’t respond, pretending to already be asleep. She heard the door click shut behind him, followed by the faint sound of his footsteps retreating down the hallway. Only then did she allow herself to let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.