[Margaret’s Perspective]
I glanced at the dicine on the plate, and as expected, they were all stomach-nourishing and pain-relieving drugs. Of course, the one with no label must be the real dication he ant to use for my recuperation!
I quickly withdrew my gaze without reaching for them. I don’t trust Simo, so naturally, I wouldn’t use the dicines he brought.
The lights in the sickroom were very bright. I pulled the covers back over myself and listened intently to the conversation between Simo and the guard at the door.
Touching my belly, I murmured in my heart, "We will be fine. The Moon goddess will surely protect us!"
[Henry’s Perspective]
After the dical Practitioner reported Margaret’s condition to , I felt a slight sense of relief!
I even felt so gratitude that things hadn’t turned out as I had imagined, perhaps Margaret and Donald were never ant to be together.
Yesterday, I had already t Aunt Licia on the island. She looked haggard, no doubt suffering greatly for betraying Donald for Martha and . However, it was inevitable. A battle between and Donald was bound to happen, just like Dan and Alex many years ago!
I didn’t actually want to beco the so-called Lycan king, but if Donald were to sit on that throne, that would be unacceptable.
The battle in the Royal City was sothing I had prepared for many years. In fact, if everything had gone smoothly, Donald should never have returned to the Royal City. He was ant to die in the attack by the Red Sun and Starry Sky pack, or in the subsequent battle at the Misty Forest!
Ti and again he’d turned danger into safety, even slowly tracing the plots back to , which forced to admit that he’s a very clever man. I had no choice but to fabricate the incident of Austin’s poisoned suicide to divert his and the other Lycans’ attention.
As it turned out, I was actually successful. If it weren’t for Margaret, an ’accident’ I hadn’t anticipated!
The first ti I t her, I was surprised at how devotedly she protected Donald, this woman was indeed different. She was sensitive and smart. Even when Donald hadn’t begun to suspect , she always looked at with a certain judgntal and defensive gaze, as if she had foreseen that I would do sothing to betray Donald.
Of course, I have never done anything to betray Donald. On the contrary, it’s he and the entire Wolf royal family who have wronged !
I should have had a happy complete family, a healthy body, and a perfect life. But because of those hypocritical and greedy people, everything was destroyed! They should compensate , with the lives of all of them.
What I didn’t expect was that Donald’s training expedition would allow him to grow so quickly and even unexpectedly find love, securing a gentle woman like Margaret.
On the road fleeing from the defeated Royal City, I began to notice my concern for Margaret. It was a very strange feeling, unheard of in my previous life!
They say this special concern is called liking. I’m a bit confused. I think it’s because of Donald—I want to take everything he has, to make him experience the agony of losing everything, just like his father did to before.
That’s what I thought before, but this idea changed just now.
Margaret collapsed in front of , vulnerable and helpless, and I was the one who could completely control her. Her life and soul seed to belong to !
This feeling was very nice. My heart was telling that it would be even better if she could always stay by my side, just like how she obediently, motionlessly remained in my arms just now.
Thinking this way, my lips slowly curved into a smile, to the point where Aiden next to found it strange.
"What’s the good idea that’s got you so happy?" he asked.
In response, I toned down the warmth on my face and looked at him with a counter-question, "How is the hospital doing? Haven’t there been any news about Margaret waking up?"
At this, Aiden bowed his head and respectfully responded, "No, Master, no news has co through!"
I nodded to show I understood, tossed aside the docunt in my hand, leaned back on the sofa, and continued to inquire, "Any new developnts outside the island? Donald and Berton must be growing impatient. Tell everyone on the island to stay alert. Inform at the first sign of any disturbances."
"And those rcenaries on the east side of the island, pass down my death order. Whoever dares to cause trouble during this ti—don’t bla for being unkind!"
Aiden seed startled by the way I spoke and hesitated before hurriedly replying, "Yes, Master! But those rcenaries only follow the lady’s orders. Should I..."
Aiden stopped, his eyes searching mine with inquiry and caution.
I knew what he was thinking and sat up straight to look at him, my tone growing colder, "You are my man. You don’t want to follow my orders, then whose do you wish to follow?"
No sooner had my words fallen than Aiden kneeled on the ground with a slap, his head bowed in the attitude of one who had committed a grave error, "I have erred, Master! Please punish ."
Reviews
All reviews (0)