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.

was so sticking that sometimes Clemente felt

personalities

people person. He was like a magnet, drawing everyone around

didn’t pick that up. This boy was quiet and

only didn’t answer Clemente’s

to avoid

let out a

to his brother’s tombstone and set the

asked me to

“Take it away!”

sharp abruptly, “Keavy hated the roses. You know that. Clemente frowned, “No he

hurt, “Are you…Are you saying that I have forgotten what my husband

his

want to argue with

the roses a little to the right, away from the

“Happy?” he asked quietly.

“…What

hesitated for

he took out that pregnancy test

“What is this?”

it from him, “A pregnancy test? Why am I looking at it? Don’t tell me

dating someone

suddenly grew

obnoxious little

Clemente looked offended.

is not obnoxious,”

are

streaming down Agnes’s cheeks as she

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 what you

“Enough!” Clemente growled.

deep breath to organize

again if it upsets you,” he said coldly. “But that

took it

is n

froze on

emotion of

abruptly at the top of her

by her

“Agnes!” Clemente snapped.

“You can go play, Bryn. Your mother

need to talk.”

his mother an anxious look and ran

Agnes, a very serious look on his face, “Can you watch yourself around the kid? You scared Bryn. And it wasn’t the

listening to him at

and forth in front of Keavy’s tombstone, biting her

bitch is pregnant…pregnant with

around to Clemente, “It is Westin’s

face tightened, “I don’t

“I bet it is!”