This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 83

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YOU ARE THE MOTHER OF MY SON

YOU ARE THE MOTHER OF MY SON

“Does it always happen like this?” Xaden asked, he held Fenja’s hair so she wouldn’t dirty it when she regurgitated.

Fenja was mortified to say the least for Xaden to see her like this. She had asked Xaden to leave her alone, but he didn’t budge.

In a way, she was grateful, because she didn’t think she could get to the bathroom in time without help. Before this, Fern, Ailee, or Arya would take turn to stay with her, so when she had the urge to vomit, they could help her to et to the bathroom in time.

“I am fine now.” Fenja washed her mouth with water and wiped with the back of her hand. “I am fine.”

Xaden then carried her back to the bed, like how he got her here.

“We can have the conversation later…” He didn’t get to finish his words when Fenja grabbed him by his arm and shook her head.

“I am fine. This is not the first time. Arya said it is the after effect of the concoction, it meant it works.” She repeated what Arya had told her before.

The healer said that the concoction forced her to vomit all the negative residue within her body, or something along that line, which Fenja was not sure she completely understood. She told Xaden the same thing.

“I am fine, please. Let’s have the conversation now.” Because Fenja didn’t think she could get a peaceful rest without knowing what Xaden wanted to say to her.

Xaden nodded. He tucked her in and for a long moment, silence ensued between them.

“Xaden, what do you want to say to me?” Fenja asked after fifteen minutes passed without any sign Xaden would say something. She looked at him and saw how exhausted he was. The long journey back and forth from the capital city to the northern pack had caused him to lose weight.

The sight of him made Fenja’s heart ached, though she shouldn’t feel this way. It wouldn’t help her when she was preparing herself for the worse.

“Or, you don’t know how to say it?” Fenja fiddled with her fingers. “I mean… with the rejection.” She bit her lips. This was not easy to suppress her feeling. The hope that bloomed inside her when she thought there was a chance for both of them.

Was there… a chance?

“I have told you to never bring it up again.” Xaden’s voice filled with agitation.

“If it is not the rejection, then what do you want to say?” Fenja couldn’t think of any other topic that was so

y for Xaden to bring it up. He was the most nonchalant person that she had ever met, and she didn’t know much about him.

Therefore, you couldn’t blame her when her mind jumped to the rejection because for her, that was the most difficult topic for to talk about at this moment.

“Then, what is it?” Fenja asked. “You are having a hard time to even say it.”

“I don’t have a hard time to say it. I simply don’t know where to start because it is complicated.” Xaden leaned his back against the bed post and crossed his arms.

Xaden lowered his guard down slightly and Fenja could see a little bit of emotion in his eyes, he looked more approachable… if she could describe how he was now.

“I will try to keep up.”

She wondered, what Xaden would say next. What was possibly worse than a rejection to the point he was having a hard time to say it?

On the other hand, Xaden was weighing his options. How much he could reveal to Fenja and how much she should know. He didn’t want to reveal everything, but then it was impossible for him to not explain one thing

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YOU ARE THE MOTHER OF MY SON

without giving the knowledge of the other things.

Everything tangled together, it couldn’t be separated.

That was what made this explaining part was hard on Xaden. He didn’t even know where to start. He had tried so hard to not care about Fenja, to prevent this conflicting feeling.

Without the bond and if he had a clear mind, the decision would be easier. The rejection would be the answer and there was no doubt in it. It would save them both the pain.

However, it didn’t go according to his plan.

Somehow, Fenja had grown on him…

“What is it?” Fenja stretched out her hand, she wanted to touch him, but she retracted her hand again because she was not sure whether Xaden wanted to be touched by her or not.

The hesitation didn’t go unnoticed by Xaden. His jaw clenched with anger. Not to Fenja, but to himself, because he was the cause of it.

Fenja was scared to touch him.

“The king insisted for me to take princess Arlene as the luna for the pack,” Xaden started. It was not a good start and he saw a deep sadness in her eyes.

“Oh…” Fenja lowered her head. She didn’t know how to react upon hearing that. “That’s more of a reason too…” “How many times should I tell you not to say it?” Anger rippled in the way Xaden was cutting off what Fenja was going to say.