Sorry I'm Mated To The Commander novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Chapter 75

After hanging up, Layla knew Nolan wasn’t likely to believe her. Xanthe was his little sister, after all.

But Layla knew Nolan was a good guy, so she couldn’t help but give him a heads-up.

Just then, the aero-vehicle’s door swung open again, and November was the first to leap aboard.

He still had his mask on, but there was a streak of blood smeared across the silver metal. It was not clear whose it was.

November had been brooding, his psychic force crackling wildly, radiating pure aggression. But the moment he spotted Layla on the ship, his whole vibe flipped in an instant.

He rushed straight over to Layla, and if he hadn’t worried she couldn’t handle it, he would’ve launched himself at her in a flying tackle.

“Layla,” he shouted.

He grabbed her in a bear hug, rubbing his face against her neck.

It was like they’d been apart for ages.

Even Reyna, who’d braced herself for anything, was totally floored. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the scene in disbelief.

Layla felt a mix of helplessness and embarrassment. She patted November on the shoulder. “Come on, let go already.”

“I won’t,” November said stubbornly, clinging tighter.

“If you don’t let go, when your rut is finally over, I’ll hide out on another planet so you can never find me,” Layla teased.

November reluctantly let go, but he still stuck close to Layla, practically glued to her side. If her hair fluttered even a little, it would brush right against his cheek.

But the aero-vehicle was already cramped, so Layla just let it slide.

Reyna, being sharp as ever, quickly pulled herself together and pretended she hadn’t seen a thing.

Once Roger got on the aero-vehicle, he asked November respectfully, “Your Highness, where to next?”

“You guys are just clutter. Just drop us off at home,” November said, sounding impatient.

“Yes, Your Highness,” Roger replied.

Roger didn’t dare say a word. He was desperate to get rid of this hot potato. As soon as he dropped November and Layla off at the estate, he sped off in the aero-vehicle with his girlfriend, not looking back.

He was out of there in a flash.

Now that they were home and no one else was around, Layla took off November’s mask and saw that the blood was just splattered on from outside, not his own.

She let out a quiet sigh of relief, but still kept a straight face. “Are you hurt?”

“Nope, I’m awesome,” November said, pulling out his chest.

His nine fluffy tails were wagging proudly, practically begging for praise.

Layla was at a loss for words. She almost ignored him, but then it hit her that maybe Atlas had never gotten any praise

19:52 Fri, Jan 9

Chapter 73

growing up.

She pressed her lips together and said, “November, you’re really awesome.”

“Of course, I am,” November replied, grinning from ear to ear.

“Why did you beat up Caleb and those two dukes?” Layla asked.

November’s nine tails paused for a moment. He checked Layla’s face to make sure she wasn’t mad, then blurted out, “There was some ugly woman hanging around outside your dorm.

“She said those two dukes were trying to force you to marry Caleb. If I didn’t teach them a lesson. they’d act like I was a pushover.”

The Sullivan and James families really would stoop that low, forcing Layla to marry Caleb just to suck up to Krish

If Layla’s husband weren’t November, just some ordinary guy, he’d probably have been forced to split up with her.

Layla was getting more and more disappointed in the Sullivan family.

She met November’s earnest, genuine gaze and said softly, “You haven’t eaten yet, right? Let me cook for you.”

“Great.” November’s eyes lit up with excitement. Then, catching sight of the bloodstains on his uniform, he wrinkled his nose. “Layla, let me go wash up and change first.”

‘No way I’m letting Layla smell this nasty blood on me,’ November thought.

Layla nodded.

Meanwhile, November had already rebooted Zee and loaded its program into the butler robot.

Layla decided to cook something for November herself, and Zee enthusiastically gave her a tour of the kitchen, explaining how all the gadgets worked.

Layla asked, “I had Zaa send you a message earlier. Why did you shut down?”

“It was November’s doing. He was worried you’d stop him from going to beat up those people, Zee replied.

Layla was taken aback. She hadn’t expected November to be so considerate.

He was so mad that he went straight for Caleb and those two dukes, but the main thing was, November was worried that Layla wouldn’t let him beat up Karter.

After all, Karter was still Layla’s adoptive father.

He didn’t want to make things hard for Layla.

Honestly, Layla was starting to realize she was getting more and more attached to November during his rut.

But this was an unsolvable problem.

Layla rolled up her sleeves, washed her hands, and opened the giant fridge and freezer. They were stuffed to the brim with

food.

She turned to Zee and asked, “Does His Highness ever make his own meals?”

“No, Mr. Zimmer can’t cook at all. He said you’re the one who can, and he’s been craving your home-cooked meals.

“So he always keeps the place loaded with fresh ingredients, swapping them out for new ones all the time,” Zee explained.

Chapter 75

Layla didn’t even have to guess. This was definitely one of November’s rut habits. Whenever he’s in a rut, he gets super attached to her. But honestly, keeping all this food around was just way too much.

Next time. I’ve got to tell him to chill with the food hoarding, Layla thought.

With so much food to work with and knowing how much November could eat, Layla whipped up six dishes and a soup, plus a whole pot of lasagna.

By the time November came downstairs, all cleaned up and changed, he saw Layla and the table full of food, and without warning, he rushed over and hugged her tightly.

Layla was still holding a ladle in one hand and almost whacked him with it.

She sighed helplessly, “Let go. If we don’t eat soon, the food’s going to get cold.”

“I want to hold you forever and never let go,” November said, squeezing her even tighter.

“Are you really going to waste the meal I cooked just for you?” Layla teased.

“No,” November blurted out.

He reacted instantly, as he’d never waste Layla’s love and effort. He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the table.

Layla saw how hyped he was and thought he was being a bit much. “I’m not making anything fancy, just regular home-style food, so don’t expect anything special.”

She’d whipped up cornflake taco salad, squash casserole, ham glaze, pork crown roast, pork and beans, and beef strongaoff with some veggies on the side.

The last dish was hamburger soup, fresh and fragrant.

Everything looked, smelled, and tasted delicious, and the whole place just felt like home.

November held his bowl, piled high with lasagna, his eyes misty with emotion, but his voice was dead serious.

“Layla, this is the first time anyone’s ever cooked for me,” he said.

Layla froze for a second. She saw November trying hard to hold back his feelings, and her heart melted a little. “When you were little, your mom-”

November said, “My mom never really wanted to marry my dad, but she didn’t have a choice. After they got married, she was always depressed, lost a bunch of her scales, and got really sick.

“She just couldn’t take care of me. Most of my childhood. It was robot nannies looking after me. Later, when she finally got better, I was already grown up, already past the age where I could just gling to her and be a mama’s boy.”

AD

Comment

Send gift

No Ads

19:52 Fri, Jan 9