Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: 39- Dream?

Arabella Toussaint:

When a maid pushed a trolley inside, my eyes landed on the tray that had freshly baked buns. A glass pitcher was filled with thick mango shake.

Yum! I couldn’t wait to attack it.

The maid arranged everything on the small table before placing it on my bed. Lucien pushed the table closer to me, "Eat."

I nodded with a small smile, scared that he might change his mind and give me a leftover bread instead, "Thank you, my king."

I picked up one bun with both hands. The sweet smell of strawberry jam instantly reached me, making my stomach growl.

Good Goddess. I prayed that he hadn’t heard it. Like a good girl, I tore off a tiny piece and placed it into my mouth.

Good heavens. Delicious!

I took careful, small bites, feeling his gaze on me. At this point, I didn’t even know if I should offer him. After a moment, he picked up the tablet resting on the bedside table, shifting his attention to its screen.

I stole a quick glance. He wasn’t looking anymore. Without thinking, I took a much bigger bite. Umm. Too good!

The way strawberry jam coated my tongue, I hurriedly washed it down with a long sip of the mango shake.

My body forgot everything about manners and only remembered hunger. Before I could even realize it, I had eaten three buns in a row and didn’t know how to stop.

"More?" His voice made me go still as he asked me without looking up from his tablet.

Goddess. He wasn’t oblivious to me.

"N...no... thank..." Burp.

My eyes flew open.

I clamped my hand over my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment.

Seriously, Arabella. Go bury yourself somewhere, you hungry ape.

His low chuckle reached my ears, and at last he looked up to meet my gaze, "Anything else?"

I shook my head quickly. For a moment, something almost primal flickered in his golden eyes. When he stepped closer, I instinctively held my breath. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"D...do you need anything..." I whispered. Instead of answering me, he lifted his hand, and his thumb brushed lightly across the corner of my lips. Only then did I realize there was a smear of strawberry jam on my face.

He glanced at his thumb for the briefest moment before absentmindedly running it across his own tongue, his eyes never leaving mine.

The small action made me catch my breath. His golden gaze seemed to darken ever so slightly. When he cocked up a questioning brow, then I realized that I was staring at him like a fool.

My face burned in embarrassment as I shook my head.

Before I could say anything, a knock interrupted the silence. Before either of us could respond, the door opened. My entire body stiffened when I saw who it was.

The queen.

My appetite vanished instantly. Without thinking, I shrank back against the bed. The worst thing?

She was wearing the same dress as my dream.

"Mother?" Lucien’s friendly aura vanished in an instant, "What are you doing here?"

Bloody hypocrite.

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