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

Chatper 219

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.

with Janet and the

rub the boy’s hair,

Bryn was Keavy’s kid.

resemblance between them was so sticking that sometimes Clemente felt that

personalities

cheerful, outgoing, and a people person. He was like a magnet, drawing everyone

This boy was quiet and sullen, eyes always looking down

not only didn’t answer Clemente’s question but

to avoid

out a sigh

brother’s tombstone and set the bunch of roses down

asked me to

“Take it away!”

“Keavy hated the roses.

I have

between his

to argue

little to the right, away

“Happy?” he asked quietly.

tears away, “…What do you have

hesitated for a

test

“What is this?”

pregnancy test? Why am I looking at it? Don’t tell

someone right

voice suddenly grew shrill

dating that obnoxious little

Clemente looked offended.

obnoxious,” he said

you are

streaming down Agnes’s cheeks as she

tea party, Clemente! How can you ever hang out with her? You swore

“Enough!” Clemente growled.

taking in a deep breath to organize his feelings, and then opened them back

if it upsets you,”

took it from

is n

on her

with a mixed emotion of disbelief, rage, and panic flickering across her

she screamed abruptly at the top

winced by her

“Agnes!” Clemente snapped.

“You can go play, Bryn. Your mother

need to talk.”

an anxious look and

you watch yourself around

was not listening

front

is pregnant…pregnant

jerked around to Clemente, “It

face tightened, “I don’t

“I bet it is!”

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