The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Laura's POV:

"A ball is like a party where everyone comes to dance and celebrate." I picked Beryl up and answered her question patiently.

Beryl tilted her head to the side and thought for a while. Then she pouted and wrapped her little arms around my neck. "Can I come?" Amused by her behavior, I tried to let her down easy. "You're too young, child. You can attend the ball when you're all grown up."

Frowning, Beryl asked in confusion, "But why? I also want to dance and celebrate with everyone. Grandma, are you going to choose a Mommy for me? What about that lady in the mask? Isn't she my mother?" Faced with Beryl's never-ending questions, I felt a bit of a headache. I didn't know how to explain it to Beryl, so I simply said, "She'll always be your mother, Beryl."

While saying that, I stroked her beautiful braid and smiled. "When the wound on your head is healed, you'll remember everything and then you'll understand."

Beryl nodded even though she probably didn't quite understand me. Fortunately, she didn't insist on going to the ball.

"Are you hungry? Let's go and find something to eat."

room and asked the cooks to make two pizzas. Beryl's eyes

at her dotingly and explained, "These are all for you.

eat that much..." Beryl patted her belly. She scowled slightly, as though picking a pizza was the most difficult choice she had to make. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early

couldn't help but laugh. I took the knife and fork, cut a slice from both pizzas, and then put the pieces together. "Look, this way,

lit up and

I gave her a glass of milk and ordered strawberry pudding

grinned at me with a milk mustache, swinging her dangling legs

a handkerchief. God, I loved her so much. If only Beryl

side would only harm both

up on the idea quickly. While the little kid was attacking the dessert, I stood up and walked to my subordinate. "Don't give the invitation to

the headache Rufus had just now put me on high alert. It'd be best if