Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter seventy one

Oregon

That evening, Vivian was discharged, and I took her home. As soon as she entered her room, she took a refreshing shower and joined me at the table.

"You should go to your room," she smiled.

"I'm glad you're feeling better now," I whispered, gently caressing her cheek.

She chuckled and looked down shyly.

"Alright

then, I need to leave now," I said, standing up. "Goodnight and sweet dreams."

"You too!" she replied, waving her hand. I waved back briefly and left the room.

As I walked down the hallway, I ran into Isabella. She stood there with her hands on her hips, glaring at me. I averted my gaze, completely ignoring her. Just as I passed by, she called out my name.

I clench

ed my teeth in anger and turned to face her. "Is there a problem?" I frowned, and she let out a loud sigh.

"I've been waiting for you all day. Where have you been?" she asked.

I scoffed. "You don't deserve to know everything. I won't be telling you anything. You should go to bed and stop acting drunk."

I turned to walk away again, but she ran up to me and grabbed my arm.

"What is it?" I snapped furiously, yanking my arm away.

"Why do you hate me so much? Why?" she cried, hitting her chest with her palm.

"Stop causing a scene!" I warned. "Look how drunk you are. How much did you drink? Goodness, you reek of alcohol. It's better for you to go to your room and sleep." Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Did Vivian tell you, by the way?" she chuckled, covering her mouth.

My eyebrow raised in confusion. "I'd rather hear it from

her than from you."

"And what if she decides not to tell you?" she scoffed.

"I'll understand if she wants to keep it a secret. If she wants to tell me, she will. I trust her," I replied, nodding my head.

Isabella smirked and shook her head. "Secret, huh? If it was a secret, would I know about it? Look here, she doesn't trust you. That's why she didn't tell you anything, got it!"

"That's none of your business. I have nothing more to say to you, Isabella. Goodnight," I said, turning around and continuing on my way.

I noticed she was still following me, and I stopped abruptly, then turned back to face her. My face was flushed with anger.

"What do you think you're doing, Isabella!" I yelled, my voice filled with frustration.

She chuckled and struggled to maintain her balance as she continued shaking.

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" she giggled, her eyes closing.

"Are you falling asleep?" I asked, widening my eyes. "You better stay awake because if you fall asleep here, I won't help you. I won't bother myself, I promise."

After making that statement, I started walking again, but she kept following me. I clenched my jaw, tightened my fists, and spun around to face her.

"Stop this, Isabella. It's an order," I said, my voice cold and stern.

"Didn't I tell you, Oregon?" she laughed.

"Tell me what?" I asked, confused. "You know what? I'd rather not hear it. Keep it to yourself and get out of my sight! You're really starting to annoy and irritate me," I hissed.

"I don't have a choice!" she said, sounding childish.

"What do you mean?" I asked, furrowing my brow.

"My room is that way!" she said, pointing down the hallway.

I sighed and shook my head. "You're clearly drunk. Your room is that way, not this way!" I snapped, pointing in the opposite direction.

"No! No!" she laughed. "Not anymore. I moved to another room today, finally!"

"Huh? Does my mother know about this?" I asked.

"Of course," she replied. "I told her beforehand, and she accepted my request. She even helped me get the room."

"When did you move?" I asked.

"Today," she replied. "You weren't around, so I couldn't tell you. I looked for you in the penthouse, but you weren't there. Where did you go?"

"You don't need to know," I said, walking away while she followed me. We both entered the elevator, and I was surprised.

"You live upstairs?" I asked.

"Yes," she chuckled, winking at me, which made me shudder.

"What's wrong with her?" I whispered, glancing at the open elevator door.

We walked out and silently continued in the same direction. She suddenly stopped at a door and began entering her code. I remembered that it was an empty room.

"This is where I live now," she smiled.

"I didn't ask," I said, turning my face away.

"I hope to see you soon!" she said loudly, giggling. "Goodnight!"

I walked quickly, and when I finally reached my door, I entered my bedroom and slammed the door behind me.

I walked over to the bed, and a pale look came over my face.

"Why is her room just a few doors down from mine?" I whispered, sighing in anger. I was incredibly frustrated.

My mind wandered to what Isabella had said about Vivian, and I couldn't help but think and worry about it.

I shook my head, trying to push away the thoughts because I knew Vivian would tell me everything when the time was right, even though I didn't appreciate her keeping things from me.

A sigh escaped my lips as I lay down on the bed, covering myself with the duvet. I stared up at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts.

Before I knew it, my eyes closed, and I drifted into a deep sleep.