Kidnapped and Rejected – The Return of Alpha’s Luna by Moon Claw

Chapter 219

After a long while, Clemente put the pregnancy stick into his pocket and picked up the lemonade again.

He crossed the lawn and found Janet and the twins by the water fountain.

“You are back!” Belle jumped up as soon as she saw him, “Come and smell the roses, Clemente. The gardener just picked it out for us.”

“Thank you, Princess Belle, but I am good,” Clemente replied in a polite yet distant voice.

Then he turned to Janet, “Lady Janet, I was wondering if I could ask for a day off today.”

“A day off?” Janet was stunned, “W–What for?”

She couldn’t get him out of her sight for even one second when she tried to dispose of that pregnancy stick.

And now he was asking for a day off?

It sounded too good to be true.

Clemente’s face remained expressionless, “My brother died on this very day, 6 years

ago.”

A deathly silence fell upon them.

“…I am sorry. I didn’t know about that,” Janet said lowly after a long pause.

“It is alright. But I want to visit him at the cemetery. Bring him some flowers. Let him know that I am doing OK.”

“Of course,” Janet nodded hastily. “Go.”

“And can you stay with Prince Wells and Princess Belle before I come back? That way I will know that you are safe.”

“Just go, man. We are with Janet,” Wells said.

Belle picked up a bunch of roses and handed it to Clemente, her eyes misty,

give this to Keavy? Let him know that we all miss him very much.”

“I will. Thank you, Princess Belle.”

can you

With the bunch of roses in his hand, Clemente turned and left the water fountain. 45 minutes later, he arrived at the Lycan’s cemetery, which was perched on the summit of the mountain, overlooking the sprawling valleys below.

The air was thin, and the distant echoes of nature’s melodies seemed muted by the weight of grief that clung to the place.

As Clemente climbed up the winding path, he could feel the crisp mountain breeze carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, intermingled with the aroma of roses in his hand.

Keavy was buried at the center of this graveyard, underneath an ancient tree.

When Clemente arrived, there were already two people standing by Keavy’s grave. One was a lady dressed in a black dress, and the other was a boy at around 7 years old.

“You are late.”

Agnes turned around, with tears still glittering in her eyes.

and the

down to rub the boy’s hair, “How

Bryn was Keavy’s kid.

resemblance between them was so sticking that sometimes Clemente felt

personalities were

He was like a magnet, drawing everyone

up. This boy was quiet and sullen, eyes always looking

answer

avoid

let out

set the bunch

asked me to

“Take it away!”

the roses. You know that. Clemente frowned, “No

“Are you…Are you saying that I

his eyebrows

want to argue with

he moved the roses a little to the right, away

“Happy?” he asked quietly.

blinked her tears away, “…What do you have for

hesitated for

out that pregnancy test stick and handed it

“What is this?”

“A pregnancy test? Why am I looking at it?

dating someone right now.

voice suddenly grew shrill

obnoxious little

Clemente looked offended.

is not obnoxious,”

you are

down Agnes’s cheeks

what a hard time she gave me a couple of days ago? She expelled me from my own tea party, Clemente! How can you ever hang out with her? You swore to your brother on his deathbed that you would always help and support me. Have you completely forgotten

“Enough!” Clemente growled.

breath to organize his feelings, and then

won’t talk to Belle again if it upsets you,” he said coldly. “But

took it from

is n

on

wider and wider, with a mixed emotion of disbelief, rage, and panic flickering

at the top

winced by her

“Agnes!” Clemente snapped.

shoulder, “You can go play, Bryn.

need to talk.”

gave his mother an anxious

face, “Can you watch yourself around the kid? You

was not listening to him at

forth in front

pregnant…pregnant with

Clemente, “It is Westin’s child,

tightened,

“I bet it is!”