Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 506

Chapter 506: A journey to their past lives (2)

The Past 1:

"Amelie, what are you doing over there?" A soft, affectionate voice, laced with gentle exasperation, reverberated across the sun-dappled courtyard. It was her mother, standing near the entrance, holding a neatly wrapped lunchbox in a shimmering silk cloth.

Amelie, currently perched high in the branches of the sprawling orange tree that dominated the courtyard, shouted playfully, "Mother, just a minute!"

She grabbed the last ripe orange from a high branch before executing a nimble jump down to the soft earth. She immediately placed the newly picked oranges into a waiting basket and signaled her attendant. "We will resume later," she instructed, referring to whatever lesson or task had been postponed.

She rushed toward her mother and took the lunchbox from her, her smile bright.

"Look at your dress! What have you done to it?" Her mother sighed, shaking her head. "How many times do I have to tell you to act like a lady? You turned eighteen just yesterday, yet you don’t act like one. You climb trees like a reckless boy!"

"Mother," Amelie pronounced, taking a step back with a playful grin, "I am still a child at heart."

Amelie quickly rushed out, trying to escape her mother’s persistent worry about her future.

"You should be able to find your mate by this age now," her mother called after her.

Amelie turned her head, a familiar retort ready. "Maybe my mate is sleeping somewhere, Mother," she remarked playfully. "Don’t be worried. Who knows, I’ll encounter my mate today." With that final, lighthearted assurance, she hurried out of the courtyard and got into the waiting carriage before heading toward her father’s workplace.

"I wonder who my mate will be," Amelie murmured to herself, looking out of the carriage window at the bustling scene of the vibrant energy of the town. The kids were playing, vendors were selling their wares, and people were singing and dancing.

Finally, the carriage pulled up to the Central Investigation Office. She exited the carriage and offered a cheerful greeting to the guards at the entrance, who had known her since she was very young and let her pass without question.

"Father, here’s your lunch," Amelie announced cheerfully from the doorway of his personal office. She was immediately struck by the silence as the office was empty.

She quietly placed the silk-wrapped lunchbox on the large wooden table. Noticing the scattered papers across his desk, she decided to tidy up, starting to gather them to put them into a neat stack.

As she stacked the documents, a deep, unfamiliar voice interrupted the quiet.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?"

"Ah, I-I brought lunch for my father," Amelie said. "But who are you? Why-why did you enter my father’s office like this?" she questioned. ’His eyes are so beautiful,’ she thought.

Amelie glanced at Gabriel, a flicker of confusion mixed with surprise in her mind. Lord? She wondered what high rank he held to be addressed with such reverence.

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