Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 140

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**Chapter 140: Ask Whatever You Want**

Agares had a knack for speaking with bravado, but the truth was, he was as soft as a marshmallow on the inside. It was almost as if a gentle nudge would reveal the fervent spirit hidden beneath his tough exterior.

He pressed his lips together, his hands cradling a bunch of grapes that felt oddly weighty, as if they were laden with unspoken thoughts. Confusion flickered across his eyes, and he mumbled, “Sorry, excuse me for a sec,” as he turned away, seeking an escape.

Sylvara called after him, her voice playful yet teasing. “Don’t forget to bring back a tiger, a lion, and a donkey. Thanks!”

He didn’t even slow his pace, merely responding with a distracted, “Sure. Wait a bit.”

Inside, Sylvara was bursting with laughter.

It was amusing to her how straight men often lacked the emotional intelligence to match their intellectual prowess. She could read him like an open book, easily discerning that he was a Level-7 Plant Healer from the smallest of details. Yet, despite this clarity, he still leapt to erroneous conclusions. Even with a genuine concern for his new wife, he instinctively assumed his worthiness was nonexistent, dismissing his true emotions and convincing himself he was an unsuitable match for her.

Sylvara could almost hear the gears turning in his mind, realizing he had yet to grasp the reality that she was indeed his new wife. In his mind, she was still merely the wife of a subordinate.

Once Agares had walked out of sight, Sylvara unleashed her mental energy, creating a barrier around her that kept distractions at bay. With her trademark cunning, she activated her optical computer and crafted a message for him, her voice soft and sweet as honey. “Honey, I miss you. Training sucks. I want to play with you. Can I come find you when it’s done?”

She sent the message just as her bargain-bin husband effortlessly leaped into the dense forest, completely oblivious to her heartfelt communication.

Too bad; she had been eager to see him blush. With a sigh of disappointment, she dropped her arm and withdrew her mental energy.

Picking up her peeling knife once more, she was about to start her task when suddenly, her husband’s subordinates appeared, grinning like a pack of eager wolfhounds.

One by one, they introduced themselves, their enthusiasm palpable.

“Ms. Feywin, I’m Bane Nemoria. Nice to meet you.”

“Ms. Feywin, I’m Zolensky Shefferheim. Nice to meet you.”

“Ms. Feywin, I’m Leiya. Nice to meet you.”

“Ms. Feywin, I’m Rainy Magnus. Nice to meet you.”

And on it went, over thirty men presenting themselves with eager smiles.

Fortunately for Sylvara, her memory was sharp as a tack. She managed to recall most of their names and, noticing the time, asked, “It’s way past noon. Aren’t you guys going to eat?”

Leiya glanced behind him, ensuring Agares was nowhere in sight, before he ventured, “Food can wait. Can I ask you something, Ms. Feywin?”

Sylvara continued her brutal and efficient task of skinning the serpent wings, her hands moving deftly. “Don’t be so formal. Just call me Feywin. Ask whatever you want.”