Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 514

Chapter 514: A journey to their past lives (9)

The Past 8:

Throughout the evening, a frosty silence reigned between Amelie and Anaya. Amelie’s thoughts were consumed by Gabriel’s earlier caution and the startling malice in Anaya’s eyes. She wondered if keeping Ophelia and her dangerous daughter under the same roof could be considered safe any longer.

As she finished brushing her long hair and prepared to settle into bed, a gentle, almost hesitant knock sounded on the door. Amelie slowly lowered the brush and moved to open it.

Standing in the hallway was Ophelia, holding a small tray upon which rested a steaming glass.

"I brought saffron milk for you, dear," Ophelia replied, offering a small smile.

"I appreciate the thought, Aunt, but I don’t wish to drink anything right now. I’ve already brushed my teeth," Amelie refused politely but firmly. For some reason, the earlier bond of trust she held for the witches had snapped. After Anaya’s unsettling confession, Amelie felt a powerful instinct to remain cautious.

"Oh, why?" Ophelia’s smile flickered. "Your mother prepared this milk especially for you. I merely fetched it for you, dear." She lowered the tray carefully onto a nearby side table and continued with apology, "I know you are upset because of Anaya’s foolish words today. Please, forgive my daughter." She joined her hands together in a gesture of humble appeal.

"Aunt Ophelia, you don’t need to apologize for what Anaya did," Amelie stated, keeping her tone respectful and humble.

"Dear," Ophelia murmured, immediately grasping Amelie’s hands and squeezing them gently. "Anaya has grown up without a father’s love. He passed away ten years ago, and because of that, we had to undergo a great deal of hardship. Anaya merely wants to get close to her brother-in-law in good faith, nothing else." Tears welled in Ophelia’s eyes, lending sincerity to her plea. "Still, I am truly sorry that she brought up buying a gift for Prince Gabriel. For my sake, please forgive her, will you?"

Seeing how desperately Ophelia was pleading, her head slightly bowed, Amelie felt a pang of pity override her caution. "I will. Please don’t apologize further, Aunt." Pulling her hands gently back, Amelie added, "I am very tired now and truly wish to go to bed."

"Of course. Goodnight, Amelie," Ophelia replied with a humble, grateful smile. She stepped back and walked out, carefully pulling the door shut behind her.

Amelie immediately secured the bolt, locking the door from the inside. She switched off the main lights, leaving only a dim bedside lamp glowing before she finally slid under the thick blanket. She shut her eyes, but sleep refused to come. A certain worrying feeling filled her chest. She never felt like this before in her life.

"Shall I ask Father to send them away? Why do I feel Anaya will do something? That gaze with which she speaks is strange," she murmured while contemplating the reason for her anxiety.

~~~~

The next morning, Amelie woke up late, exhausted by the previous night’s restlessness. The sun was already high in the sky, casting bright, warm light across her room.

She walked onto her small balcony and looked down at the familiar sight of the garden. Below, she saw Anaya. Her sister was standing near a bed of deep red roses, staring intently at one velvety bloom before abruptly plucking it and clutching it tightly in her hand.

That sight made Amelie flinch. At that exact moment, as if sensing the scrutiny, Anaya turned her head and looked straight up at the balcony. Their eyes met.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify