His Sweet Little Mate novel (Abby and Micah) novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101 

“Micah, what are you saying?!” 

Abby almost gasped when her mate actually asked his own mother to leave, since she found the woman more amicable than anyone she had ever met in her entire life. 

On the other hand, Micah didn’t say anything even though he could hear her perfectly fine, making her frown. Her confusion got worse when the King kept staring at Neesha, his jaw taut with tension. 

“Micah?” She tried to tug at his sleeve, but when it failed to grab his attention, she could only try to step around from behind him, only to be yanked back with such force, Abby forgot her own worries and fears for a second. 

“Stay put, I’ll explain later,” Micah said as he stood his ground. He then regarded Neesha again. “Mother, you aren’t feeling well, so please listen to me and get back to your room.” 

“What happened, Micah?” Neesha finally opened her mouth when she realized her son wasn’t joking when he asked her to leave. “Why do you look so tense?” 

“Nothing, I’m just concerned about your weak health,” the king said, trying not to sound perfunctory, but even Abby could tell how insincere he sounded. 

The King didn’t really know how to explain to Abby why he didn’t want Neesha in their room, no, near herself, when his mother was right in front of them. 

Not to mention, this wasn’t the right situation, nor was the time for such a discussion at all. He really had to agree that his father came up with an idea so good. 

With the ceremony set to begin in less than two hours, Micah didn’t have another choice but to brush off both the women who looked confused beyond words with his actions. 

Neesha didn’t really think Micah would be happy with her reckless decision to attend this ceremony, but then she didn’t actually expect her son to be this unreasonable when this was the first time in decades since she stepped out of the old tower. 

“I’m really fine, son. I could hold my own for a few hours,” the former queen said with a frown, not wanting to accept that she was that weak. To be viewed as a fragile woman, Neesha couldn’t stomach it given her origin as a shifter, a creature known for its extraordinary abilities. 

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“Still, it would be better for you not to take this risk,” Micah said in a soft voice, but it came out even more patronizing until even Neesha could tell that her health was just an excuse for her son to make her leave right 

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She couldn’t help but frown at Micah’s choice of words. What risk was he talking about? They were in the palace for God’s sake. 

Even Abby couldn’t help but look at Micah weirdly, when she heard him being so adamant for Neesha to leave. 

She couldn’t comprehend why the King was insisting for Neesha to return to her room directly. He wasn’t even allowing her to attend the ceremony, as if something was terribly wrong with the very idea. 

But then she knew her mate never acted without thinking thoroughly, so she couldn’t really say anything more to persuade him otherwise when Micah left her to grab Neesha’s hand to escort her out personally. 

On the other hand, even though Neesha didn’t feel happy with Micah’s behavior, she didn’t feel like creating a scene right now, brushing it off with the thought her son just might have too much going on right now. 

She let him pull her toward the door, but not before congratulating Abby on her big day. “I’m happy for you.” 

Abby could only nod at her sweet gesture before she lowered her head, stashing aside the questions that were plaguing her mind right now. 

However, just as she was contemplating whether she should follow Micah and Neesha to the door, so she could send the former queen off, she heard Arthur’s voice. 

“Why are you hesitating to tell your mother the truth?” The former king sounded righteous as if Micah wronged his own mother in ways impossible. 

He stood right in front of the door, blocking the way out, while all the warriors and the servant maids stood far from the door, clearly being suppressed by Arthur. 

After all, he was the former king, so none of them dared to stop him even though Micah told them not to allow anyone near this room. 

“Father, this is not the right time,” the King couldn’t help but grit out, realizing that his father had followed him here too late. 

“When is the right time in your books, Micah?” Arthur countered as he pinned his son with a disgruntled look. 

Neither Neesha, nor Abby could follow their conversation when both men talked in riddles, leaving them to stare at them in turns.