Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 554

Chapter 554: All That Was Unsaid

Gabbi did not allow Islinda back into the kitchen because of the supposed "Injury". Islinda felt a little guilty knowing the workload was too much on one person, but unless she was about to explain to Gabbi that she had supernatural healing, she had no choice but to continue on with the act.

Also that pretty much worked for Islinda because she didn’t want to work in close quarters with Derek and see his annoying face. Hence she waited it out in her room until her young unofficial bodyguard Milo came to inform her that breakfast was ready.

Islinda entered the dining area for breakfast, finally encountering Valerie face to face since their previous incident. Both of them froze, tension crackling in the air as they silently assessed each other.

Gabbi’s timely arrival interrupted the silent standoff. "What are you doing standing there, Islinda? Go and sit, the food’s ready," she instructed, bustling in with the last dish and arranging it on the table.

Islinda was the first to break eye contact, choosing a seat away from Valerie and opting to sit beside her buddy, Prince Wayne. She couldn’t help but marvel at how the Wrry cat always seemed to sense mealtime and arrive punctually. Unlike Aldric, who disliked the cat and had his meals served separately at the castle, Islinda couldn’t deny that the Wrry cat was rather spoiled. It was no surprise that all he seemed to do was eat, sleep, and play. What a charmed life he led. Islinda was envious of Prince Wayne.

"Hello, my favorite person in the world right now," Islinda greeted Prince Wayne warmly, running her hands through his fur as he purred in contentment, reveling in the massage with his eyes half-closed.

If only he weren’t in this cat form, Prince Wayne would have enjoyed this treatment even more. There was a certain spot on his body that longed for her special touch. But for now, he would make do with this. Unbeknownst to Islinda, her Wrry cat harbored rather improper thoughts.

"How are you doing this morning?" Someone’s voice broke through Islinda’s thoughts, and it wasn’t until she felt trained eyes on her that she realized she was being spoken to.

Lifting her head, Islinda met Valerie’s gaze. He was the one addressing her.

"Excuse me?" she responded, lifting a brow in his direction.

Valerie asked nervously, "How do you feel?"

"In regards to what?" Islinda’s tone was sharp as she pressed for clarity.

He gulped, his nerves evident. "Did you manage to sleep last night?"

"Was I supposed to?" Islinda retorted sharply, her eyes hardening as she locked onto his gaze.

Valerie opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat, unable to escape beneath the weight of his guilt. His apologetic gaze and downcast expression spoke volumes, but Islinda wasn’t about to let him off the hook so easily.

She refused to be swayed by his remorse, not after what he had done the previous night, regardless of whether he had lost control or not. Valerie had crossed a line he shouldn’t have, and Islinda couldn’t shake the unsettling thought of what might have happened if she didn’t possess her supernatural strength. Would she have fallen victim to his assault?

Islinda couldn’t help but contrast Valerie’s actions with those of Aldric.

Valerie blinked in surprise, caught off guard by Islinda’s sudden change in demeanor. He barely managed a nod before Islinda took control of the conversation. freewebnøvel_com

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