Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 220

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Chapter 220: Return With Islinda’s Corpse

"Ugh, this is getting boring," Aldric rolled his eyes upwards when he saw the way Islinda stared at Andre, enraptured with his kindliness. She doesn’t even look at him that way. Always reserving that affectionate look for other males. Damn her! And no, he wasn’t jealous, just pointing out her annoying trait.

"Let’s get this over with. Didn’t you say you have an important reason for coming here, brother? " He intentionally disrupted the moment between them.

Islinda leaned away from Andre, taking a deep breath and reigning in her turbulent emotions. When she looked at Andre again, it was with intrigue; Islinda was curious to know why he was here too.

Surely, it wasn’t a coincidence that he was here early morning right after that incident with Valerie yesterday. No, Islinda shook her head mentally. It can’t be because of that, after all, he wasn’t present at the scene and didn’t see what happened.

There was a swift change in Andre’s demeanor and he lifted serious eyes to Aldric and announced, "I’m here because of Valerie."

Islinda tensed in her seat, unlike Aldric who didn’t even blink in surprise, as if he had seen this coming. If anything, he lifted his wine glass, and the Fae waiting upon him, refilled his glass.

"Interesting, "Aldric sipped his wine slowly, "What did my dearest brother do this time?" He pretended to be oblivious to what he was talking about.

Andre sighed, rubbing the spot between his brows," I did not come here to play your games, Aldric. Just don’t do what you’re thinking." There was a silent plea in his voice.

This time Aldric lowered the wine glass and when the Fae came to serve him, he gestured for him to leave. All of them.

Islinda still had not gotten over the shock of the revelation from Andre, her scalp prickling when the Fae staff began to leave one after the other, the move only heralding the tension about to come.

Soon it was just the three of them all alone and an ominous silence engulfed the room. Islinda found that the air was suddenly thin and she found it difficult to breathe, wishing she had left with the servants. But then, she wouldn’t know the truth if she left too.

Aldric broke the silence by saying, "It occurs to me brother that you have something to say to me, Go ahead. I’m all ears." He relaxed into his seat giving him his attention.

"You can’t tell our father about the incident, Aldric, I know that’s your plan. What Valerie did was a mistake and wouldn’t happen again." He went straight to the point.

Aldric scoffed, "So it’s our father now."

"He is always our father,"

"Perhaps to you, but not to me brother. He’s either King Oberon or dearest father when I’m in the mood, note the sarcasm," Aldric declared without hiding his feelings.

Andre shook his head, pity in his eyes, "You have always believed everyone, no, that the entire Fae realm is against you,"

"Aren’t they?" Aldric asked, pinning him with a look.

Their gazes held for a while but Andre looked away, saying, "Your one-sided perception only ended up building resentment inside of you and you hold everyone accountable for what goes wrong in your life. " Andre tactically avoided his question.