Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 297

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Chapter 297: Save Her

"What do you think I should name him?" Islinda asked Eli in the carriage. They were on their back to the castle. The date had been an eventful one and she had a good time. Sadly, all good things must come to an end.

Contrary to her thoughts earlier, Eli did not harm the cat in any way and had merely returned it to one of the stall owner’s staff to be kept away.

"Name him whatever you want," Eli blunted out.

His arms were folded across his chest while he looked out the window. Islinda was a bit disappointed that he didn’t share the same enthusiasm as her toward the cat, however, she didn’t give up. He would come around one day. After all, who wouldn’t like such an adorable cat?

"Hmmmm," Islinda stroked her chin, thinking seriously. She looked down at the cat’s majestic white fur and one name came to her mind.

She said, "Perhaps, I should name him Prince, he sure is noble-looking."

Eli’s head whipped around so fast he nearly startled her.

"You scared me," She placed her hand on her chest, calming her racing heart. Also, why was he glaring at her?

"Don’t you dare," Eli warned her.

Islinda was confused, "Don’t I dare what.... ?" Wait a minute, it suddenly dawned on her. She turned to face Aldric with a teasing look on her face as she said, "Don’t tell me you don’t want to share the title of prince with him?" fгeewebnovёl.com

Eli did not answer, however, the disgruntled sound that he made in his throat was all the confirmation that she needed.

Islinda burst into laughter, this was unbelievable. Eli was so jealous that he could not even share the title of prince with a cat. A mere cat? This was simply hilarious.

"Are you done laughing?" Eli asked, his countenance darkened and he was unpleased by her mocking laughter.

Realizing that the dark Fae prince did not enjoy her mocking him, Islinda decided to make it cheer him up by scooting over to him.

She nudged him, "Are you mad at me?"

No answer came from Eli nor would spare her a look.

"You seem to be mad at me." She pointed out, now leaning into him and poking his cheek with a finger, "You look kind of cute when you’re mad at me." She giggled.

He turned to scowl at her but Islinda pecked him on the lips so quickly it almost seemed like nothing happened, leaving him stunned.

Islinda tucked her hair behind her ear, shyly, "I didn’t mean to make you mad, so don’t be, even if you look kind of cute. Jealousy is a fine color on you."

"I’m not jealous!" Eli protested.

Islinda shrugged innocently, "Then why won’t you let me name him Prince?" She pressed on the issue, hoping he would admit his jealousy.

"Because I am the prince of that castle and you are my princess, everyone else is under my jurisdiction, including the damned thing," He referred to the cat with detest.

"So you don’t want to share the glory with him. That is quite childish and I can’t believe we’re arguing about this," As if concurring with Islinda’s words, the cat meowed at the same time and one should have seen the murderous look Eli gave it, prompting her to pull the poor thing to her chest protectively

She suggested light-heartedly, "Or perhaps you can think of it as your baby, your little prince, that way you wouldn’t be worried about sharing authority with him. Sounds better, right?" Islinda was proud of herself and waited for his response with anticipation.

But she was discouraged when he gave her a long look that made it seem like she was stupid instead. Eli made it clear to her, "That damned thing is not my baby and would never be my baby, neither do I intend to have children in this life till I join my ancestors."

Islinda froze at once, she turned to look at him with wide eyes, muttering, "Y-you don’t intend to have kids? Why? Why would you not want to leave your seed behind?"