Surrogate for the Alpha Prince in a Coma novel Chapter 359

Chapter 359 

Josephine’s POV 

When Reginald moved toward me, Grayson stepped in his way. But I touched Grayson’s shoulder and urged him out of the way. He was tense, his body like a live wire. 

“I’ll be alright,” I said. 

“Josie.” 

“Grayson,” I replied, just as tersely. 

He chuffed, but stepped out of the way, his glare trained on Reginald. 

I didn’t want to be hit, especially by Reginald, but if Grayson were to attack Reginald in my defense, Odette was right, the kingdoms would go to war and facilitate their own ruin. 

Maybe she was right about something else too. I needed this one-sided crush on Reginald to end, and nothing would do that faster than being hit, even if he was being controlled. 

With Grayson out of the way, I could see Reginald clearly. The hard line of his jaw. His prominent cheekbones. His handsome face. 

His features lacking expression wasn’t entirely unusual. Reginald didn’t often or easily show what he was thinking on his face. Usually his eyes were the gateway to the true feelings he kept within himself. 

Right now, they were without light, without life. Was he even there at all? 

“Reggie,” I whispered. 

He walked right up to me, and his body tensed. The aura of malice flooded the air, and I braced myself. 

A second passed. Then two. Then three and four. 

Reginald was still as a statue, but his eyes flashed. Yes, he was still there, trapped inside of himself. 

And he was fighting. 

“Reggie,” I said again, stronger. “Why are you doing this? Why are you listening to her? Marrying her? I thought … you and I… When I heard you had invited me, I thought you meant to pursue a courtship. I feel so foolish to come here just to be rejected.” 

He accepted the scolding without a word, which only spiked my anger and frustration. Not just with him, but with all of this. 

“Why can’t you say anything?” I asked. 

He looked at me, and I prayed he would come back to himself, if only for a moment, so that I knew all hope 

wasn’t lost, that he was still in there somewhere. That I could find him again, and have him again. Maybe we could right all of this and it would be like nothing happened. 

But he just looked at me. 

“Reginald, please,” I said. 

“What are you waiting for?” Odette snapped from behind him. “Strike her.” 

He tensed again, his hands curling into fists. He even lifted an arm, drawing back his hand… 

But then he stopped again. He lowered his hand, turned, and walked off. He trudged through the middle of the garden party, heading into the palace without looking back. 

Odette cursed under her breath, and chased after him. 

Lillian rushed to me at once. “Are you okay?” 

“I think so,” I told her. 

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