Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: To prefer mature women

Gabriel’s warm breath grazed the curve of Amelie’s neck, his lips barely a whisper away from her skin when an unexpected sound broke the moment.

A growl from her stomach.

He stopped, then slowly pulled back with amusement flickering in his eyes as he looked down at her belly.

Amelie quickly covered her stomach with both hands, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

Gabriel sat up, barely hiding his grin. "I think someone’s more hungry for food than for me," he teased, brushing a thumb over her flushed cheek.

She bit her bottom lip, her eyes playful but shy. "I don’t think lunch is ready yet," she said, pulling herself up and sitting cross-legged beside him.

"You don’t have to wait for lunch," he replied gently. "You can eat something light to tide you over." He stood from the bed and began buttoning his shirt, his movements smooth and unhurried. "Stay here. I’ll get you something." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Amelie caught his hand before he could turn. "You don’t have to—"

"I want to," Gabriel said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her temple. "My mate and pup are hungry. I can’t ignore that."

He gave her a reassuring smile before heading toward the door, leaving Amelie sitting on the bed.

Seeing Gabriel in the kitchen, one of the maids approached him.

"Please bring me some fruits," he said.

"Also, start preparing lunch."

"Should I cut the fruits for you, sir?" the maid asked.

"No, I’ll do it myself. Just hand me a bowl, a knife, and a plate."

Once the maid passed him the items, Gabriel took them and headed back to the bedroom.

Amelie lowered her glass as Gabriel returned to the room. When he sat down on the bed, she raised a brow.

"Are you actually going to cut those? I doubt you even know how. Give it here. I’ll do it," she said, reaching for the plate after setting her glass on the side table.

"Of course I know how," Gabriel replied, brushing her off. "Just stay seated."

He picked up the apple and tried to peel it, but it was clearly a struggle. He hesitated with the knife, squinting as if mentally bracing himself each time the blade got too close to his fingers.

Amelie watched, trying not to laugh as he clenched his jaw and fumbled with the peeling. But more apple ended up wasted than being peeled.

"At this rate, I won’t have anything left to eat," she said, snatching both the apple and the knife from his hands.

"See? This is how it’s done," she demonstrated, peeling it with ease. "You act like such a big boss in front of everyone, and here you are, terrified of a kitchen knife. I can’t believe what I just saw." She shook her head, smiling in amusement.

"Th-That’s not true," Gabriel insisted, still trying to defend himself. "The knife’s the problem. My hands are too big for this small knife."

Amelie raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "Just admit your defeat, Prince Gabriel," she teased, lowering her head to slice the apple in two halves, before doing more of it. Then, picking up a piece, she gently pushed it to his lips.

Gabriel bit down and chewed quietly, not meeting her eyes.

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