Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43 Skirt Chaser

Rosalie added, “I mean a plant that grows white, fluffy pods after it matures.”

Julien finally smiled. “Are you talking about a Kapok tree?”

“Yes, that’s it. A Kapok tree. Do you have any seeds?”

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Julien pretended to think for a moment. “I do have Kapok tree seeds, but the fruit can’t be eaten, and it’s not useful for food. What do you want it for?”

Rosalie gave a simple reason. “I heard the cotton it grows is very soft. I’ve never seen it before, so I want to plant some at home.”

“Cotton?”

“That’s an interesting name.”

As Julien spoke, he gently curled a loose strand of hair by Rosalie’s ear around his finger. His eyes lowered, and his voice turned soft. “If I give you the seeds, how will you repay me?”

“I can pay you.”

Julien let out a low laugh.

“I don’t want money. I want to be your husband.”

Julien lifted his eyes. They were calm and gentle, yet full of passion.

Rosalie smiled awkwardly. “Anything but that.”

Julien didn’t look disappointed. Instead, he leaned closer. They were so near that Rosalie could see her reflection in his eyes.

A faint, mysterious scent drifted from him, strangely captivating.

His lips moved softly. “Look into my eyes. Do you see them clearly?”

Rosalie nodded.

“Call me Gael.”

Rosalie couldn’t see anything else now. All she saw were those clear emerald-green eyes, bright like polished amber.

She couldn’t hear anything else either. Only the distant, hazy voice of a beastman reached her

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ears. Her lips moved on their own.

“Gael.”

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Gael laughed openly. He placed a large hand on Rosalie’s head and rubbed it gently, as if picking a soft bloom.

“What are you doing?!”

Cameron’s angry shout burst in. He shoved the door open, still holding the flowers he had bought for Rosalie.

When he saw the scene inside, his eyes turned red with anger.

He rushed forward and grabbed Gael’s wrist hard. Gael didn’t move at all. He only looked at Cameron with an easy smile.

For some reason, Cameron hated Gael the moment he saw him. It felt the same as seeing those annoying skirt-chasers back in his clan.

Gael looked straight at Cameron and spoke in a teasing, winding tone.

“Matriarch, look at him …”

Matriarch!

It was like a bolt of lightning hit Cameron. He froze in place. Rosalie didn’t want him and found another skirt-chaser outside?

His eyes swept over Gael’s clothes. Gael was barely dressed at all. He was clearly trying to seduce Rosalie.

So this was her type? Skirt-chasers? But Fox was famous for being a charmer. Why was she still sending him away?

Cameron clenched his teeth. His breathing grew fast. His throat felt blocked, and he couldn’t say a single word. His eyes burned red as he stared at Rosalie in silent protest.

Sometimes, silence said everything.

Rosalie felt like the next thing Cameron would shout was “Matriarch! Say something!”

She cleared her throat and spoke firmly to Gael. “Julien.”

“No, Gael,” she corrected herself. “Don’t joke like that. You scared my husband.”

When Cameron heard it was just a joke, the tension in his chest dropped at once. He shoved

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