The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315: I Sound Like a Possessive Wife

Meredith.

We had barely stepped off the escalator when Draven slowed his stride.

"Which ice cream store does Dennis usually take you to?" He asked, keeping his gaze on me.

I narrowed my eyes. That was the last thing I expected him to ask, as I never thought ’going for ice cream’ would be part of today’s itinerary.

So, my mind scrambled as I tried to recall the name of that ice cream store, but nothing came up. I had never bothered remembering the name. Dennis was always the one dragging me there.

"I... don’t remember," I admitted, a little embarrassed at the fact that I hadn’t taken note of the name of such a good place, especially with Draven looking to take me there.

But regardless of the thoughts trying to weigh me down, Draven nodded as if my mistake didn’t matter at all.

"It’s fine," he said as his steady eyes found mine. "Would you be alright with trying a new place?"

Something warm spread through me immediately. I hadn’t expected him to suggest it, but the idea of sharing something new with him made my heart skip.

I smiled before I could stop myself. "Yes. I would like that."

He didn’t say anything after that, but the faint curve of his lips suggested he knew all my thoughts, though I doubted that.

But in my head, I thought that maybe things were better this way. Draven and I could create memories in this new ice cream store he is taking me to.

And off we went.

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When the car finally stopped, I looked up to see a small shop tucked neatly between taller buildings.

Its pastel sign was painted with swirls of color, inviting and warm. It was what made it charming.

Draven stepped out first, coming around to open my door. His men lingered by the cars, but none followed us.

Inside, the ice cream shop, the air was sweet and cold. Glass cases lined with tubs of ice cream in every shade imaginable stretched before us. A little bell jingled as the door closed behind us.

"Pick whatever flavour you want," Draven said to me as soon as we stopped at the counter.

I decided to keep things simple.

The woman behind the counter smiled. "What would you like, Ma’am."

I peered into the tubs—strawberry, honeycomb, a deep purple one I had never seen—and pulled a face at the obvious choices.

Draven watched me with that quiet look he has when he is enjoying whatever I do. "What do you want?" he asked.

"The purple one looks interesting," I said impulsively. "It looks like it’s been mashed with some wild blueberries or black plums. And it almost matches the colour of my eyes and my phone, so, I will give it a try."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that a legitimate reason to choose a flavor?"

"Of course, it is. You should think like me." I nudged him. "And you can get whatever you want."

He shook his head, as if giving up on arguing with my sense of reasoning and pointed at a dark, rich-looking scoop. "Dark chocolate for me."

We ordered two small cups amidst the low murmur of other Human customers, and the clerk handed them over.

I stuck my spoon in, took a taste, and the sweetness hit me clean. It was better than I expected. So, I held out the cup without thinking.

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