Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129 Strange Behavior

“Matriarch, are you asleep?”

It was Gael’s voice.

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Coming this late? Was it something urgent? Rosalie rushed to the door barefoot and pulled it open.

Gael’s head was down, his gaze landing on Rosalie’s bare feet. He scooped her up at once.

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Rosalie yelped and looped her arms around Gael’s neck. Only when he set her on the soft bed did she lift her head and stare at him anxiously. “What’s wrong? Did you find Harris?”

Gael shook his head, his clear eyes fixed on Rosalie. His lips pressed together.

“Matriarch, I just finished washing our clothes.

“Now I’m going to sleep.”

Rosalie blinked at him. They just stared at each other without a word.

She thought she’d misheard. Did he really need to report that kind of thing to her?

Did Gael want to sleep with her?

Her fingers tightened on the blanket. She wasn’t that close with Gael yet!

But Gael finished talking, turned around, and left, closing the door behind him.

Rosalie was full of questions. She lay back down, shut her eyes, and went on sleeping.

As she sank deep into sleep, an uninvited guest outside the window was about to climb in.

That shadow moved on tiptoe, terrified of waking Rosalie.

He landed without a sound and stood by her bed for a long moment.

Wrapped up head to toe, he didn’t move much. He just stared greedily at the woman on the bed. In the end, he tore himself away,

The instant he swung out the window, someone grabbed him by the collar and dragged him

off.

In sleep, Rosalie frowned a little, rolled over, and found a comfy spot to keep dreaming.

The next morning, before she even opened her eyes, someone knocked. She called out, “Come

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Gael pushed the door open. Rosalie blinked at him, still foggy, unsure what he wanted.

A second later, Gael drew the axe from his back. The icy blade flashed so bright it hurt Rosalie’s eyes. She jolted. Was he about to kill someone in a fit of rage and silence her?

Her heavy eyelids forced themselves apart. She was just about to tell Gael to chill when his voice came. “Matriarch, good morning. I’m heading out to chop wood and make a fire!”

He didn’t wait for her to react. He grabbed the axe and left.

Rosalie was left sitting on the bed, palms pressed to her pounding heart, trying to calm down.

The scare killed any hope of more sleep. She got up and went to the river to wash. From afar she saw a tall back.

Up close, that familiar profile… Her chest seized. Gael?

No. Look closer. Blue eyes. His mouth set tight, the corners of his eyes not curved. It was Julien.

Only then did she let out a breath. No clue what kind of fit Gael was throwing, but now just seeing him made her tense up.

She flashed Julien a smile, but he lowered his gaze and said evenly, “Matriarch, I’m washing my face now.

“After breakfast I’ll chop wood and build the house.”

Rosalie’s eyelid twitched. She was helpless.

She edged back a few steps, hoping to slip away while Julien wasn’t paying attention.

Too weird. The two of them were just too weird. Weird words, weird faces.

She couldn’t be alone with Julien. She had to bail, fast.

But then Rosalie’s foot slid, and she pitched straight into the icy river.

She could feel the cold bite of the water. She squeezed her eyes shut, held her breath, ready to take a freezing bath.

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