Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter Eighty seven

Vivian

That evening, I heard a knock and quickly jumped down from the bed. I wondered if it was who I thought it was- Damien?

I walked briskly to the door and opened it, but my face went pale when it fell on one of the maid servants staring at me with a smile on her face. She was holding onto the tray which had my dinner. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Sighing deeply, and waving my hand across her face, I said to her, "I'm not hungry. I won't be eating today."

"Why not?" She asked. "Aren't you feeling well?"

"Not that. I just don't have the appetite," I answered, wearing a small smile.

"Well, if you say so, but is there anything that I can help you with?" She asked.

"Can you get me some apples? I would love to eat them," I said.

"Sure. We have a lot in the kitchen refrigerator. Let me go and peel some for you," she said.

"Oh, thank you so much," I said happily and she gave a nod.

"You are welcome," she muttered, and left.

I sighed deeply and closed the door, then went to the sofa. My mind went back to what Damien had said about telling me something secretive about Queen Laura and Isabella.

I wondered what that could be and I couldn't help but feel curious. After twenty minutes, I heard a knock and I stood up, then went to the door. When I opened it, I saw nobody there.

"Hmm…" I mumbled, scratching the side of my head, wondering if I misheard or something.

I took my face forward, thinking I would probably see if I was wrong.

"Huh… What are you looking at?" I heard a voice and when I turned, I met the same maid servant coming towards me.

"Uh… Someone just knocked and when I checked, I saw nobody around," I replied.

"Oh, really? Probably, you misheard the knock or maybe someone was just playing a prank on you," she said.

I only chuckled slightly.

"Here," she said, stretching her hand towards me. She was holding a covered plate.

"Huh… What is that?" I asked, confused.

She laughed and shook her head. "Don't tell me that you have forgotten that you asked me to get you apples."

"Oh! Sorry, It actually escaped from my mind for a minute there," I said, wearing a warm smile.

"It's fine. You can take it," she said, and I collected it from her.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You are welcome. I peeled and sliced the apples, just how you like it," she said, and I licked my lower lip.

"Thank you once again. I'm sure I would love it," I said, and she nodded.

"By the way, I met your trainer in the kitchen," she whispered, and my eyes blinked rapidly.

"Do you mean Damien?" I asked, feeling surprised.

"Yes!" She answered. "He asked me who I was giving these apples to, and I told him you."

"Did he tell you anything else?" I asked, moving closer.

"Well, he didn't. That was only the question he asked him. Oh, he asked me for something else!" She said quickly, and my eyes grew big.

"Really? What else did he ask?" I questioned.

"Well, not something important actually," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Just tell me already," I said, gritting my teeth, as I was unable to hide how anxious and inquisitive I was.

"He asked me for a pen and paper," she replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh…" I whispered, my voice trailing off.

"See!" She uttered, shrugging her shoulders. "I told you it was nothing important."

I took my gaze downwards before carrying to her face. "So, did you give him?" I asked, my voice low and soft.

"Pardon?" She said, her brows lifting.

I swallowed audibly before answering. "I said, did you give him the paper and pen?"

"Well, yes. How would I deny him something so small?" She said, and chuckled.

"Yeah. Well, anyway, thanks for this," I said, and she nodded. Then, I shut the door before walking back in.

I sighed deeply and sat on the sofa, then placed the plate on my thighs. I lifted the lid and started throwing in the sweet piece of apple into my mouth. I chewed on it lazily, before swallowing.

I threw one light one inside my mouth and when I tried to eat it, I almost retched. It felt and tasted like paper. I threw it out of my mouth and saw that it was indeed paper.

It was lying on the floor, damp and motionless, and it even seemed to be begging me to take a look at it.

"Now, what were you doing amongst my delicious apples, lad? Well, let's check you out," I said, and picked it up.

I unfolded it and saw that it was a handwritten note. I read it to myself and it said;

It's me, Damien. I think those women are keeping their surveillance around us so it's better we don't talk about it for now. How about we meet tomorrow evening at 6pm. I will be able to tell you everything then. We shall not talk close to the penthouse instead. Let's meet at White Hill. I know it's quite far but that's the best place. I will be waiting for you, and also, I have something more to confess to you.

I didn't realize when a smile ran across my lips, and when my heart jumped.

"Well, I guess he was even the one that knocked that time," I said, and chuckled before throwing another piece of apple into my mouth.

OREGON'S BEDROOM~

Stephen sighed deeply before looking at Oregon who was looking weary and pale.

"Darn. Will you keep torturing yourself with depression?" Stephen said, shaking his head.

Oregon just ignored him and laid on the bed, curling himself up and placing the duvet all over his body.

"Moreover, why did you knock on Vivian's door back then? Why did you run away after knocking the door?" Stephen asked.

"Leave me and go home, Stephen," Oregon groaned, as his teary eyes slowly went shut.