Chapter 12: Her Anger Can Be Something
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...Anna knocked gently on the office door before entering at his request.
This man… He’s so strange. Despite all he’s done for me, saving me, keeping me safe—things I can never forget—his behavior sometimes feels overwhelming. I agreed to pretend to be his girlfriend, but sometimes he crosses a line, acting as if I belong to him. It irritates me a little, and I can’t just ignore it. I have to ask him about his actions in the dining room.
He sighs, stands up from his desk, and walks toward me.
“To protect you,” he says with a hint of frustration. “I can’t stand that Kyle guy. Why would he want to help you?”
I stare at him, trying to keep my emotions in check. “And why are you helping me?” I shoot back, crossing my arms.
His response is calm but cryptic. “You’ll understand in time. But for now, I just ask that you trust me.”
He turns to open the office door, signaling the end of the conversation. “I’ve already called the tailor. We start work tomorrow. She’ll be here soon. Get ready for her.”
Before I can react, I follow him toward the door, a bit disheartened. “So it’s always like this with you?” I ask, my voice tinged with disappointment.
He pauses and looks at me, his expression softening. “I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. That wasn’t my intention. But how about this—let’s go out for dinner tonight. I’ll call a girl I like, and you can do the same, just like I did. You like Kyle, don’t you?”
His words sting, and I can see the rage beneath the calm surface. It’s clear this Kyle guy has gotten under his skin. But I’m not ready for games.
“No,” I snap, my eyes narrowing. “I don’t like that guy. And no, I’m not going to do what you did. But dinner, I’ll accept that.” I try to keep my voice steady. “I’ve been stuck in this house for so long. I want to see New York. I’ve always dreamed of it. Don’t you think that’s a bit… shameful?”
His eyes flicker with surprise, but he quickly recovers. “You could’ve just asked,” he says, his tone light but with an edge.
I can’t help but shoot back, “Couldn’t you have just offered?”
The tension between them eases for a moment, but then something strange happens. He uses his magic to calm her down—again. she doesn't know what happened , but she feels her frustration melt away, replaced with a sense of quiet that unsettles her.
Still, his mind isn’t on her at the moment. He’s thinking about Kyle. He’s afraid that she is at risk, that something is off with that man. And honestly, he’s right. He can’t let her go, not yet. Not when there’s too much uncertainty.
It’s not just about protection. It’s about the fear of losing her, of the danger of someone using her to manipulate the throne.
she is a part of his life, and without her, everything he’s known might collapse. They are destined together, and he feels deep down that he can not live without her . The reality of that truth hits harder than he want to admit.
As for him, he’s not just a prince. He’s from a royal bloodline that lives for centuries—900 years, maybe more. His father, even his grandfather, had lived two millennia. But that time is coming to an end. When his father dies, he won’t come back. And Aaron… He’s afraid that if something happens to her, he’ll lose everything, for good.
she watch as he walks out of the office, deep in thought. she know his next move is to visit his businesses. It’s been days since he’s checked on them, even though his sister’s in charge. Business comes first for him, as it always has.
The days blur by quickly.
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Later, as Aaron returns from his tour, his mind still heavy with the discussions of the other world, his trusted adviser, Brice, walks beside him.
“So, what do you think we should do?” Aaron asks, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him.
Brice considers his words carefully. “Master, I believe it’s best to wait before taking the throne. If you do it too soon, you risk being attacked, and you won’t know where the threat is coming from.”
Aaron nods, appreciating the wisdom. “And where are we with the Gregs investigation?”
“Our investigators are on it,” Brice responds. “But truthfully, only your father or mother could tell us the full story. The Gregs are extinct, except for one woman—a coma patient who has been like that for three years. Her friends say only her blood can wake her up, but honestly, I don’t know what that means.”
The questions and answers continue as they walk, until they reach the house. Aaron steps out of the car, followed by Brice. The moment they walk into the living room, Aaron is greeted by the angry stare of Angel, his mother.
He’s reminded of his promise to her, and guilt washes over him. He quickly massages his temples, already exhausted by the day’s events.
As he approaches her, he feels the weight of his mistake. “You forgot, didn’t you?” she says in a hoarse voice.
Aaron sighs, unable to hide his frustration. “No, I didn’t forget. It just took longer to arrange everything,” he says, only to be met with her cold gaze.
Her face softens, and she reaches out her hand. He takes it, but she quickly withdraws and walks past him.
“Let’s go,” she says shortly, not giving him a chance to apologize fully.
Aaron curses under his breath as he follows her to the entrance. This girl… she really is something
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