Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Mercy on a spy

Amelie gently dried her damp hair with a towel before draping it over the back of a chair. Again, she was feeling nauseated since she woke up. Though she’d felt fine for a few days, the discomfort had returned, leaving her unsettled and restless.

With a sigh, she walked to the dressing table, lowering her hand from her chest.

"I wonder where Gabriel disappeared to so early," she murmured, dabbing face cream onto her cheeks and forehead.

As she reached for a nude shade of lipstick, the door clicked open behind her. Gabriel entered the room, catching her gaze through the mirror.

She tilted her head and smiled softly. "Gabriel, good morning."

"Good morning, love," he replied warmly, heading straight to the cupboard and pulling out a leather jacket.

Amelie turned back to the mirror, carefully applying the lipstick.

"Are you going somewhere?" she asked curiously, rising to her feet. "To the company? Should I come with you? I’ve already missed two weeks of work."

Gabriel slipped his arms into the jacket and glanced at her.

"I’m not going to the company today," he replied. "Karmen handled everything behind our backs, and my major meetings are all scheduled for Monday. I’m putting on the jacket because I may’ve to go outside later to pick a muffins for you."

"What?" Amelie smiled. "I can order them if I want," she added.

"But I want to buy them myself," Gabriel said, holding her both hands.

"You didn’t wear red or pink today," Gabriel remarked, his eyes lingering on her lips.

"No," Amelie replied. "I felt like trying this new shade." Then, with a small smile, she added, "By the way, I’m thinking of making espresso with cream. I’ll prepare one for you too. Wait for me in the garden?" she whispered, brushing a kiss to the top of his lips before pulling away.

Gabriel smiled, watching her as she turned toward the door. In a blink, he was beside her, his arm slipping protectively around her lower back as they walked downstairs together.

The maids, who were cleaning the living room, straightened instantly upon seeing them, exchanging quick glances before greeting them respectfully. Amelie offered a soft chuckle.

"Relax. You don’t have to be so formal," she told them gently.

"They’re trained to be formal with us royals," Gabriel murmured, his nose brushing against her cheek in an affectionate gesture.

The reminder made Amelie pause for a brief moment. She was a royal now, something she still hadn’t fully internalized. So much had changed so quickly. Yet, the title didn’t matter to her. What mattered was the love of the people around her.

"I should head to the kitchen," Amelie said, excusing herself. Gabriel let her go with a nod, his eyes following her as she disappeared down the hallway.

Gabriel had just settled on the couch when Karmen entered, followed by Denzel. Both men bowed slightly in greeting.

"Where’s the man who attempted to kidnap Amelie?" Gabriel asked.

Karmen responded without hesitation, "Prince Casaio was handling that matter."

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