POSSESSION: The Hidden Omega In All Alphas' Academy [BL]-Chapter 169: Vague Hope

"Sir, may I ask what should we do next?"

The man’s hefty voice over the call jolted Mr. Clark back to reality as he was momentarily lost in his thoughts, pondering anxiously about Kylian’s involvement in Zenith’s unusual actions.

His frown deepened in between his brow ridge when he exhaled a big sigh, before addressing in a low, curt voice, "Find out more information about that omega patient. Not only her but dig out all the necessary information about all those people who had hung out with Young Master these days. Especially that blue-eyed, pretty boy from the academy...do you understand?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Oh, and..." Cautiously rolling his glance behind, Mr. Clark let out a dry cough before he mumbled in a stiff tone, "Make sure all this information must be kept away from Master for the time being. Also, give me the necessary details about Dr. Jin, and the details of those shares which have been transferred under his name, within an hour."

"Roger that, Sir."

When the man disconnected the call first from the other side, Mr. Clark exhaled another big sigh while wondering on his own, with his thick fingers adjusting his glass frame, ’Young Master...just what the hell did you do? What emergency did you face to the point of transferring a percent of your prime shares under a doctor’s name? Don’t you have any idea of the devastation that can occur if it reaches your father’s ears?’

"If you sigh so heavily like that, I assume some trouble must have risen, right?" Suddenly, Mr. Clark winced from Dolemort’s cold voice directed towards him from the dining table, as he swiftly turned around, trying to plaster a fake smile.

After serving him for decades, Mr. Clark was always aware of Dolemort’s keen observation skills, and for that reason, he had moved to the corner of the room to attend the phone call. But now hearing his rigid voice, he gulped, trying to act cordial, "Oh, no...that wasn’t much big of an issue, Master."

"Really?" Wiping his hands with a paper towel, Dolemort stood up from his seat first, followed by Vanessa who hurriedly left the room as if she was too keen to leave all this time. As soon as the door of the dining hall was closed behind her, Dolemort averted his cold eyes towards Mr. Clark and muttered in a cryptic voice, "Was that really not much big of a trouble?"

"Y-Yes Master, of course."

"But the kind of face you’re making right now, I have usually seen you become anxious like this whenever a matter concerned my troublesome son, Zenith."

As expected, his forged smile couldn’t avoid Dolemort’s sharp observation, making Mr. Clark jolt a little when he heard his proclamation. He nervously stood still, but Dolemort kept on interrogating him, "So, tell me, did Zenith cause any new trouble? I hope...you’re trying to hide something from me, Clark because you must be aware already...I hate lies."

’Oh goodness! Did Master plant his men to watch over Young Master as well? What if he already knows about this? But no...I must protect him. I have to keep my guard up not to catch his suspicion.’

With the thought resonating in his mind, this time Mr. Clark kept a somber expression and sounded very calm in his tone, despite the gush of anxiety rising inside him.

"I am definitely not keeping anything from you, Master...and no, this matter doesn’t concern about Young Master. So, please don’t worry. It’s just some business matter and I will handle everything swiftly, just what I have done for all these years."

For a brief moment, Dolemort kept gawking intensely into him, and let out a big sigh. He lit one cigar and proceeded to walk out of the room, but left a warning before.

"Alright. I have always trusted you in every matter, Clark. So, make sure you won’t leave gaps behind in which I might have to interfere inside someday. The aftermath won’t turn out well, neither for you nor for the person causing trouble. I don’t want any disappointment."

"Y-Yes, sir."

With a nervous bow while lowering his gaze down from him, when Mr. Clark greeted him before Dolemort was about to leave the hall, suddenly his steps halted and he coldly glanced at him one more time before speaking, "Also, you still remember to schedule that girl’s appointment with Zenith after he arrives here, right? Elena...that was her name, isn’t it?"

"Yes...I...remember it, Sir."

Suddenly sensing that Dolemort’s pitch sounded a little vexed, particularly after he kept blatantly lying on his face. However, the second he exited the hall, Mr. Clark gritted his jaws with a vein popped on the side of his forehead, before he grabbed out his phone again.

"That rascal...Barnes! I fuckin’ want to kill you right now!"

.............

Since it was already pre-noon, accompanying Aiden back to the dormitory building, Barnes held a subtle smile on his face. All the time while walking beside him, he couldn’t stop himself from glancing at how majestically handsome Aiden had grown up, compared to the little naive kid he was forced to leave behind years ago.

Especially, his eyes couldn’t stop glancing at his big tattoos on his side neck glistening under the warm sun rays, and since Aiden was almost a few inches taller than him, he had to lift his neck a little up whenever he looked at those tattoos.

"Can I ask...why have you been checking out my tattoos for a while now? Did you like it that much? Or...do you have some kind of fetish?"

Being born with sharp observation skills, Aiden had figured his gaze lingering on him a few times when they had started to head back from that flower yard to his dormitory building.

But when he couldn’t suppress his curiosity and ended up asking Barnes blatantly, he winced a little and scratching his nape, Barnes quickly came with an excuse, "Oh, no...I was just checking the design. It looks quite fascinating on you, Sir."

"It’s just a simple roses and thorn design, you don’t have to praise it that much. In fact, this design is very common." Aiden responded in a curt tone as he was also able to read through his expression that Barnes didn’t tell him the actual reason behind his fascination with the tattoo.

Until now in this academy, he had faced countless appreciation from the boys about his tattoo which appeared very vibrant on his skin tone, but in contrast to those keen appreciations, he could see Barnes was gazing at him with a sense of pity and sadness prominent in his orbs. He couldn’t understand why was he making a sad face while watching his tattoos, but his vague answer made him feel a little disappointed. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"Oh, but...still, it looks very good on you, Sir." Before he accidentally slipped out about those burnt scars that Aiden had tactfully covered beneath his tattoos, Barnes cordially responded, trying to change the intense mood building between them, "Well, I know you might feel I am being nosy again, but...would that one sandwich be enough for your breakfast? Shall I fetch you something more from the cafeteria?"

"No need...I like to prefer light food in the morning. Besides, since it’s the weekend today, I am gonna go and get some rest in my room. So, for how long are you going to keep following me?"

Reaching the entrance of his building, Aiden halted his steps and upon asking Barnes directly, he saw his expression turned a little flushed as if he wasn’t expecting such a direct question.

"Oh, no...I didn’t intend to bother you any longer." Feeling a little embarrassed, Barnes retreated a step back from Aiden as if he was about to head in the opposite direction. "Well, then I will leave you alone—"

"Wait." But before he could move back, suddenly Aiden walked closer and grabbed Barnes by his arm, forbidding him from leaving. As much as the unexpected closeness startled Barnes a little before he could utter a word, Aiden grabbed a pink petal of plum blossom which was stuck on his brown hair, and handed it over his palm, "Here, you had this stuck on you."

{"Bunny, you look pretty with the pink little petals on your hair! So pretty like a princess...so does that make me your prince?"}

Aiden’s soft gesture unknowingly made him reminisce about innocent little child Aiden’s cheerful voice from the distant past in his ears, making a pang of heartache stir inside Barnes’s chest.

The recollection from one of his treasured memories from the past made him feel glum to realize how everything has completely changed over the span of years...but still keeping a subtle smile, he clenched the petal on his palm while mumbling in his own, ’Master Aiden...when I see you being like this...it gives me a vague hope... I know I shouldn’t feel like this, I have no right in the first place.

’But still...it gives me hope that maybe...someday...we could relive the precious bond we had shared in the past. But...will you be able to forgive me ever?’