They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 613: What’s He Hoping to Achieve?

Still, one look at the housekeeper was enough to tell, though he had been impressed by Darius’s smooth handling of the wheelchair situation, he still would have preferred to throw him out of the castle the first chance he got. The man’s grin alone seemed like a crime.

But none of those silent protests mattered, because Darius was already busy at the table. With a casual confidence, he began lifting dishes and spooning food onto Nnenna’s plate, one by one.

It took only a few seconds for the others to notice something odd. Every single dish he picked up, every single one, was one of Nnenna’s favorites. Not just food she liked, but her absolute comfort meals.

Arthur’s brows shot up. He turned his head sharply toward Carl, suspicion dark in his eyes. You told him?

But Carl only looked back at him with a shrug, his expression blank. He hadn’t said a word to Darius about her preferences. Which left a bigger, more infuriating question: How did this creep know?

"Eat up," Darius said warmly once he was finished, sliding the plate closer to Nnenna.

Nnenna blinked down at the plate, impressed in spite of herself. Okay... creepy but convenient, she thought, then glanced up just in time for Darius to keep talking.

"Now, Your Highness," he said, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret, "just forget about all these serious faces around you. The trick is simple. Keep your gorgeous eyes on me."

"Now, Carl gave me some big speech yesterday, something about how he wants to carefully explain the need for therapy to you first before I meet you. Honestly? I can’t even remember half of it. You know how it is with nagging older brothers. I have four of them. The best strategy is to nod, smile, and pretend you’re listening. Then they wrap it up faster, and you can go do exactly what you wanted in the first place."

Nnenna let out a small laugh at that. "That... actually sounds familiar."

with irritation, his royal composure cracking. "Did you just

not to notice Carl’s

to beat around the bush," Darius continued as Nnenna ate, listening. "Are you depressed? Do you feel like life cheated you because you can never use your legs? Are you pretending to be okay with

of questions, but her memory was sharp. She answered

not depressed. Nope, I don’t feel cheated, I feel blessed. Nah, I’m not pretending to be okay. And no, I

next dish on her plate, completely unbothered by the intense gaze

her. "You really have accepted this, haven’t you? You’re not bothered by it at

sudden shift in his tone made the

a moment, then his eyes locked on

months," he said. "Would you consider having

Silence.

Awkward silence.

barely know you," Nnenna finally answered, though she doubted

be taken care of," Darius replied instantly, not even

start that he

Arthur cut in coldly before she could say

I’m asking the girl a question. She’s old enough to make her own decisions," Darius fired back, his tone sharp. Then, with a casual shrug, he added, "If I didn’t know any better, I would say