Sorry I'm Mated To The Commander novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157 You Like Layla, Don’t You?

Chapter 157 You Like Layla, Don’t You?

Even though November’s gaze was dangerous, there wasn’t any real killing intent behind it. That was only because Weston was Layla’s mentor.

If it had been any other male student or teacher, they might have ended up in a mech suit showdown.

Most people had noticed how possessive November was of Layla. That was why whenever Alex, Wallace, or anyone from Layla’s team needed to talk to her, they always came in groups, never alone.

It wasn’t that they were scared of November. It was just that they knew they couldn’t beat him.

Weston looked a bit helpless. “Layla’s my apprentice. Obviously, I had something to talk to her about. Anyway, I’m done here, so I’ll get going.”

Layla chimed in, “See you, Weston.”

Once Weston left, November tagged along with Layla back to her dorm. After shutting the door, he seemed kind of sulky.

“Layla, why didn’t you let me know when you got out of class?” November asked.

“Just got back myself, right after class,” Layla replied.

“Oh,” November said.

November was acting like a puppy left out in the cold, all dejected. His fox ears weren’t showing, but if they were, you could bet they’d be drooping, too.

Layla looked at November, her heart melting at how downcast he seemed. She couldn’t help but recall what Weston had said earlier, and who her dad really was.

Out of the blue, she suggested, “Hey, November, how about we go on a little two-day trip to a nearby planet this weekend?”

November’s eyes lit up in a flash, and he couldn’t hide his excitement. “Absolutely!”

Layla went on, “And honestly, I’m not really in the mood to tinker with that mech suit right now. Weston’s got his own stuff to deal with, too.

“Once Uncle Dizzy hands the Hellwing Starbeast skeleton back to Colonel Roger, we’ll just leave it with him for now.”

“Alright,” November replied without hesitation.

November agreed so quickly that Layla looked up, only to see her own reflection mirrored in his blue eyes.

Seeing how much November depended on her, how much he trusted her, Layla’s heart sank. Whenever she thought about who her real father was, her eyes clouded over.

To be fair, the rebels and Atlas, the commander of Alpha Prime, were completely on opposite sides.

Sure, she could help get Atlas out this time, but what about next time was uncertain.

Maybe picking up on Layla’s low mood, November reached out and rubbed her furrowed brow. “Layla, are you not happy?”

Layla shook her head. “It’s nothing. Hey, you remember my big brother Nolan, right? He was badly hurt before and just woke up. I’m planning to go see him. Do you want to come along?”

“I’m coming with you,” November replied without hesitation.

“Yeah, he’s still in the hospital, but once they clear him, he’ll probably head back to the Sullivan family. I really don’t want to go there,” Layla said.

“I get it,” November replied.

Just then, Layla got word that her afternoon class was canceled. She and November headed out together, hopped on a public aero-vehicle, and made their way to Central Hospital.

The last time Layla came to visit Nolan, the whole Sullivan family was there. But this time, she got lucky. None of them were around.

Turned out the Council had called an emergency meeting, so Karter couldn’t stick around every day. Since Nolan was about to be discharged, Harper had gone to talk to his attending physician about his condition.

When Layla arrived at the hospital room, Nolan was sitting there, browsing the news on his optical computer. He looked a lot thinner than before, his cheeks sunken in.

“Nolan,” Layla called out.

Nolan looked up at the sound of her voice, and when he saw Layla, a familiar, gentle smile appeared on his face.

“Layla, you’re here,” he said. Then he noticed November and gave him a slight nod.

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Chapter 157 You Like Layla, Don’t You?

November didn’t come in. He just leaned against the door, arms crossed.

Layla asked with concern, “Nolan, have you really recovered? What did the doctor say?”

A hint of sadness flashed across Nolan’s face before he managed a gentle smile. “I’m recovering well. You really don’t need to worry.”

“You’re not being honest with me, Nolan,” Layla said.

Nolan paused, then let out a soft sigh. “My psychic force took a serious hit, and my shift tier dropped, too. Physically, I’ll be fine, but I might never be able to lead as a commander again.”

Layla’s heart ached. She knew how much Nolan dreamed of becoming a stellar ranger, of leading his own team one day.

He’d given it his all, was already amazing, and then life threw him this curveball.

Those rebels… Whenever the rebels were mentioned, Layla couldn’t help but think of her real father, and her expression turned troubled.

Nolan didn’t want Layla to worry about him, so he switched the topic. “Enough about me. I’ll get better in time. What about you, Layla? How have things been lately? And you two, are you doing alright?”

He glanced at November, who was still leaning against the doorway, and his eyes held a touch of bitterness.

Layla just nodded, not noticing anything. “I’m good, really. Nothing to worry about.”

Nolan called her out, “You say nothing’s wrong, but I heard you guys got attacked at the mech suit hangar not too long ago.” Layla nodded. “Yeah, that did happen. Prince Atlas was there, so we got out of there fast, and they caught the attackers afterward.”

“Glad you’re okay. That’s what matters,” Nolan said.

They chatted for a bit longer, and when Layla noticed Harper was about to come back, she got up to leave.

As they walked side by side, November could sense her low spirits. He reached out and gently took her slightly cold fingers. “Layla, are you upset about Nolan?”

“Nolan’s biggest dream has always been to become an outstanding stellar ranger. His hero is you. But now, it’s tough for him to recover his psychic force to what it was before, and his team is still hoping he’ll come back,” Layla said.

If Nolan couldn’t get his psychic force back, he wouldn’t be able to lead the Third District as its commander anymore. November said, “It’s not a lost cause. My mom has an elder in her family, a mermaid with an insanely strong psychic force. Her songs can actually heal shifters’ psychic force. I’ll ask my mom for help.”

“Really?” Layla’s eyes sparkled. “In the Sullivan family, Karter, Harper, and everyone else just see me as Xanthe’s stand-in. “Nolan’s the only one who’s ever truly cared about me. Even after Xanthe returned, he never stopped treating me like his own sister. If there’s really a way to help him, I’d do anything for him.”

“Yeah, I’ll try,” November said.

Atlas thought to himself, ‘Good thing he still treats you like a sister. If he ever saw you as anything more, I wouldn’t bother to help him at all. Let Nolan just live out his life as a regular guy and die of old age.’

After Layla and November had left, Nolan was still sitting alone in the hospital room, staring blankly instead of checking the news on his optical computer.

That sour, bitter feeling just kept growing inside him, filling up his heart with loneliness.

After a little while, Harper and Xanthe returned. Harper spoke gently, “Nolan, the doctor says you’re good to go. You just need to rest up at home. Is there anything you feel like eating? I’ll have the house bot whip it up for you.”

“Anything’s fine, just something light,” Nolan replied.

“Alright,” Harper said. With that, she headed out to get everything set for Nolan’s discharge.

Xanthe was the only one left by the bed. She watched Nolan, his face clouded with worry and distraction, and suddenly blurted out, “You like Layla, don’t you?”

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