Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter twenty seven

Vivian

I quickly ate the food, and when I was done, I went to bed. My eyes were open as slumber refused to come.

Indeed, I was lost in thoughts. I couldn't stop thinking about Laura and what might occur next since we now live in the same apartment.

Even when I hoped that everything would get better between us, it never worked. That was when I realized that she hated me so much.

I heard a knock, and my heart skipped. I wondered if it was Laura. I guess she has really traumatized me with her recent attitude towards me.

"Come in," I said, and the doctor opened, revealing Madam Mabel and a lady who was seemingly one of the servants.

"I can see you are done with eating," she smiled after glancing at the empty plate on the table.

I only forced a small smile, and the lady closed the door before both of them fully went inside.

"Take them," Madam Mabel ordered the servant. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

The lady walked to the table and held the tray as she gently placed the plate, cup, and bottle of water on it.

"You can go. I wish to talk to her," Mabel said, and the servant bowed before leaving. She closed the door from behind instantly.

"You wish to talk to me?" I asked, curiously. "What is it about?"

"I was told to pass an important information to you," she whispered.

"Important information? What is that?" I asked, raising my brows.

"The queen wants you to appear before her tonight," she said, and my brows fell off. I felt my heart skip also. Hearing the name "Laura" was really causing so much for me.

"What is that supposed to mean? Did she call for me?" I questioned.

Mabel quietly nodded. "She says she wants to see you tonight in her bedroom. She wishes to talk to you, and I have no more answers to your questions. She just gave me this message to pass to you."

"When did she pass this information?" I asked and swallowed hard. I felt so anxious now.

"It hasn't been that long," she answered.

"So, she called you to her room and told you this?" I asked, feeling quite doubtful.

"No. She called me," she replied.

I gulped and nodded. "Okay then. I will do as you wish."

"I will take my leave now," she said and bowed.

"Please wait," I whispered, my large eyes staring above the high wall where the clock was hung.

"What is it?" Mabel asked softly.

"What time was I told to appear before her?" I asked.

"Oh! She actually said you should come tonight by 8 pm," she replied.

"Okay then. Thank you," I said, and she nodded before walking to the door and finally leaving the room for me to think deeply.

I looked at the clock and sighed deeply. It was still 5 pm. Later, I started thinking of how I would face Laura alone. I wondered what she might tell me next or do to me.

"I hope she won't do anything to me," I whispered.

My instincts preferred me to see Oregon first before I did anything, so I got up from the bed and went outside. I took the elevator, which took me to his floor. I was glad I knew where his bedroom and office were in the penthouse.

I went straight to his room first and knocked on the door.

"Who is that?" I heard his voice, and I swallowed hard.

"It is me, Vivian," I answered.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes, sighed deeply. I wondered what was wrong with him and why he was asking questions instead of letting me in.

"Don't worry, I will leave," I said softly.

"Come in," I suddenly heard him say, and a smile ran across my lips. I grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

Immediately, I opened it, I met Oregon wearing a light brown towel around his waist. He seemed to have left the shower as he looked dripping wet. It made him more visualized and handsome. Even his hair, which was curly as a result of the wetness, made him look ethereal. Probably, that was why he didn't want me to come in the first place. Rather, he kept asking questions.

I gasped when I saw his triceps and turned back. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"What is it? Why are you acting like you haven't seen me like this?" He scoffed.

"You should still be careful, though. It was only once, by the way, and I definitely showed you how shocked I was the other time," I said quickly.

"It was twice, actually," he laughed, and I turned to face him.

"Twice? When?" I asked, and he blinked his eyes fast.

"Nothing, actually. I made a mistake there," he said with an awkward smile on his face.

He walked to his cabinet, opened it, and took out a lotion, then closed it. Soon, he was rubbing it on his legs.

My eyes felt wavering, and I couldn't think straight anymore. He was acting too sexy!

"So, why are you here?" He asked, snapping me out of my deep thoughts.

"Oh… It's about your mother," I said, and his hands, which were rubbing his legs, stopped at once. He turned to me and tilted his head a bit.

"My mother? What did she do this time?" He asked, his voice sounding sharp.

"Oh, no! She didn't do anything wrong or bad, but she sent a message to me, requesting my presence in her bedroom tonight," I said.

"Wait, you too?" He asked.

"Me too?" I asked, pointing to my chest. "I don't understand."

"She actually called me and asked me to come to her bedroom also," he said, and my eyes blinked. I felt surprised and puzzled.

"Why did she do that? Asking for both of us at the same time? What time did she ask you to meet her?" I asked.

"8 pm, you?" He asked.

"8 pm too! Wait, does it mean that she wants to tell both of us something, like agreeing with our new development and relationship?" I said, my voice sounding excited, and my face beaming.