Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159: Zander lectured me

Amelie reached for the backseat door to grab the shopping bags, but Gabriel gently caught her hand before she could.

"I’ll carry them inside," he said firmly.

"They’re not even heavy," Amelie replied with a soft frown.

"Still, I’m not letting you carry them," he countered, closing the door. "Come on, let’s go in."

They walked together into the house and paused in the living room.

Just as Amelie was about to speak, Gabriel turned toward her. "I need to head out for a bit," he said.

"Where are you going?" she asked, brows knitting in concern as she studied his face.

"Just some work," Gabriel replied vaguely, glancing at his watch.

Before Amelie could question further, Albus appeared with a respectful bow. "My Lord, My Lady."

"Have one of the servants take these bags upstairs," Gabriel instructed.

Albus nodded. "Of course."

"You should head to bed now," Gabriel said to Amelie, his tone softening as he looked at her.

"Hmm," she hummed in response, deciding not to press him about the mysterious ’work’.

"Amelie, please go on up. I’ll send someone with your things right away," Albus added politely after Gabriel left, motioning toward the staircase.

"Did Kate have her dinner?" Amelie asked.

"Yes, the princess ate earlier and has already gone to bed," Albus replied.

"Looks like we’re the only ones keeping you up," she said with a hint of guilt.

"Not at all, My Lady. As the house butler, it’s part of my duty to stay alert most of the time," Albus reassured with a kind smile.

She gave him a small nod before heading upstairs. Once in her room, Amelie sat on the edge of the bed, poured herself a glass of water from the jug on the nightstand, and took a few sips.

A soft knock at the door interrupted the quiet.

"Madam, shall I come in?" a maid asked gently from outside.

"Yes, please," Amelie responded.

The door opened and the maid entered, carefully carrying the shopping bags. She placed them neatly on the table.

Flora’s voice trembled with remorse. "I’m sorry... please, just forgive me. I regret what I did every single night." She swirled the glass in her hand, which still had some alcohol in it. ƒrēewebnovel.com

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