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

the

Bryn was Keavy’s kid.

between them was so sticking that sometimes Clemente felt that he could see his late

their personalities were

person. He was like a magnet, drawing everyone around

up. This boy was quiet and sullen, eyes always

now, he not only didn’t answer Clemente’s question

to avoid

let out

his brother’s tombstone and set

Belle asked me

“Take it away!”

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

you saying that I have forgotten what my husband likes or doesn’t

between his eyebrows

didn’t want to

moved the roses a little to the

“Happy?” he asked quietly.

tears away, “…What do you have

for a few

out that pregnancy test stick

“What is this?”

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

dating someone right now.

voice suddenly grew

that obnoxious

Clemente looked offended.

obnoxious,” he said

you are defending

Agnes’s cheeks

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.

“Enough!” Clemente growled.

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

to Belle again if it upsets

it from

is n

froze on her

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

abruptly at the top of

by

“Agnes!” Clemente snapped.

“You can go play, Bryn. Your

need to talk.”

an anxious

a very serious look on his face, “Can you watch yourself around the

listening

back and forth in front

pregnant…pregnant

Clemente, “It

face tightened, “I

“I bet it is!”