Trapped In The Alpha's Kingdom

Christelle’s Blessing Is A Love That Never Goes Away

Christelle’s Blessing Is A Love That Never Goes Away

Very carefully Christelle brought a bowl of chicken soup that was still emitting a light smoke to be placed on Lavelle’s nightstand, which was still cleaning her body in the bathroom at that time. Without forgetting a thing, Christelle also made a glass of hot tea with a thin slice of fresh lemon and a little sugar cubes—usually Lavelle liked it very much when she felt a little unwell.

“This is, good food. You must really like the spices I put in,” Christelle muttered.

“Mom, are you outside?” asked Lavelle from inside the bathroom cubicle.

“Yes dear. I’m outside,” Christelle replied.

“What is Mommy cooking today? Could Theo also feel it? Theophile doesn’t eat anything that smells like garlic.” Slowly but surely Lavelle came out of the luxurious bathroom in a very thick bathrobe, she immediately went to Christelle who was still in the room.

Christelle scratched the nape of her head non-itchy. “So uhm… will Theophile experience anything if he eats garlic?”

“Yeah, I think so… It’s possible Theophile will have a… Mom… I’ve been feeling a little nauseous lately,” Lavelle grumbled as she brushed her hair without facing the mirror.

“Is that true? You feel nauseous? You should talk to Theophile to buy some maternity vitamins for you,” Christelle muttered with a meaningful smile.

“But, Mom. I feel a little bad about it,” Lavelle lamented.

“What is it? You should tell Theophile this… nausea during pregnancy is normal,” said Christelle, “Mommy is going to town to buy you some snacks. I will also inform Liza to visit here as often as possible.”

Lavelle pursed her lips, then placed the palm-sized hair comb with the diamond ornament on the dresser. “Wouldn’t Mommy be ashamed if Liza found out that I was pregnant out of wedlock?”

Christelle laughed. “Gosh, Liza already knows Theo and so do I. I really believe that Liza will bless you because I also bless you.”

“Is that true? Mommy approves of us?” asked Lavelle while holding Christelle’s hand tightly.

“Yeah, why not? I’m sure Theo can take good care of you plus you and Theo already have a child,” Christelle replied with a slight smile. “Alright, I’ll make a special chicken soup for Theo, I wont put onions. Change into clothes that are a little thick, you can catch a cold if you only wear a bathrobe.”

“Okay, Mom. I see,” Lavelle replied immediately.

Without waiting any longer, Christelle immediately left Lavelle’s room to make Theophile the same chicken soup as Lavelle’s but with no added garlic. Meanwhile, Lavelle hurried over to a large, antique, white wardrobe to pick up some clothes.

Inside there are many beautiful clothes, ranging from ankle-length dresses, knee-length dresses and elegant nuances around the transition from ancient times to modern times. Meanwhile, in another closet, there are clothes that Lavelle likes the most, such as T-shirts, shirts with cute designs, sweaters with the best wool yarn knitting, mini skirts with various models, slightly folded jeans with a fairly expensive denim fabric. and hard to get.

Lavelle slightly likes the suit between dark blue jeans with a neutral t-shirt and a white and light brown sweater. It was semi-gothic however, the silver hair that she had on her seemed to make the gothic feel cuter than the actual gothic.

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“Thank you very much, Mom. This is the best dish I’ve ever tasted,” said Theophile after drinking the chicken soup made by Christelle.

“Mommy is really good at cooking, you will definitely look fatter if you become a son-in-law from Mommy,” replied Lavelle who was also present in Theophile’s room with Christelle.

“Now I don’t feel surprised when I see your chubby and slightly plump self,” Theophile said with a mysterious grin.

Instantly Lavelle reflexively hit Theophile’s shoulder and made the newly healed vampire wince slightly against the pain in his shoulder which was still bandaged.

“Oh my gosh, Lavelle. What are you doing? You want to make him hurt again?” asked Christelle with such a worried face.

Lavelle pursed her lips. “Anyway, why do you say that? By the way, you’re all right?”

B“I need a little help because I feel the adhesive on this bandage is so strong,” Theophile said as if she was enduring the excruciating pain.

“Wait a minute Mommy will call Doctor Charlotte to handle—”

“Aish, Mom. I can’t take it anymore, it hurts so much,” Theophile interrupted immediately.

“Then what should we do?!” asked Lavelle exasperatedly.

Theophile very casually took Lavelle’s arm and placed it in hers then, with a slightly spoiled face and look she said, “Just stroking like this, it will feel better than before.”

Christelle took a deep breath. “Theo, you made Mommy so worried.”

“I’m sorry, Mom. However, I just want to be petted by Lavelle like this,” Theophile muttered again with a slightly pitiful look.

“Theo, this really isn’t funny at all. You’re worrying both of us,” Lavelle grumbled, “Tsk, you’re such a child.”

“Come on, I know you want to touch me more than this too, right?” replied Theophile with a slight sigh.

Christelle shook her head feeling that she shouldn’t be between two young people who were in love like that. Christelle shook her head once more as Theophile was still trying to tease Lavelle who looked a little sulky.

“Oh come on, Mommy wants you to immediately set a good wedding date. Because Mommy thinks the sooner the better,” said Christelle with her arms folded in front of her chest.

“I promise, Mom. After I recover, I will immediately marry Lavelle,” Theophile replied without a second thought.

Lavelle bit her lower lip with some hesitation, then looked back at Christelle.

“Is there something wrong with Mommy’s statement?” asked Christelle.

“Uhm… nothing but, I’m still not sure,” Lavelle replied.

“Aish… my dear Lavelle, what makes you unsure, huh? You know that we love each other even more like stickers that really have to stick to each other? You’re my favorite girl, so don’t be shy one more time. I’m willing to sell and sacrifice anything to be with you,” Theophile lamented.

“Honestly this is a little too much.” Lavelle rolled her eyes lazily.

“Come on, Mommy doesn’t want you to procrastinate anymore. Get married, and make Mommy believe that you love each other,” Christelle grumbled, “Oh yeah, Mommy almost forgot that today I was going to be invited to drink the best wine by Tristan. You guys are all right?”

“Okay, Mom. It’s okay,” Lavelle replied, “You need to have fun too, Mom.”