The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 435

Chapter 435: Someone Wanda’s Father Approved

[Third Person].

Wanda reached the sitting room with quick, eager steps. But the moment her eyes swept across the sofas and found the space empty, the faint shine in her gaze dulled.

Her jaw tightened as she stopped short. "Where is my brother?" she demanded.

The servant following her flinched slightly and bowed so fast her forehead nearly touched her knees.

"M–My apologies, Miss Wanda. I made a mistake. Your brother is outside. His vehicle just drove into the compound."

Wanda’s irritation flared, then slowly receded. Relief slid across her features before she could mask it.

Without another word, she pivoted sharply and strode toward the front entrance. The doors opened just in time for her to see Levi stepping out of the passenger side of a dark sedan.

Her face lit instantly, softening in a way she rarely allowed.

"Levi—"

She took three quick steps toward him, but halted mid-stride when the back door opened.

A woman stepped out.

Wanda’s expression froze, her smile dropping without subtlety.

Then the woman turned, her face coming into full view.

Vivian, Levi’s wife.

Wanda’s stomach twisted with instant distaste.

Vivian smoothed her long brown hair behind her ear, closing the car door gently before walking around the vehicle to join Levi.

Wanda forced her features back into a pleasant mask and resumed her approach just as Levi finished giving the driver some instructions.

Then, he turned at the sound of her steps, and his expression warmed.

"Wanda."

She stepped into his arms without hesitation, hugging him tightly.

"What a surprise," she said against his shoulder. "You didn’t mention you were coming."

Levi chuckled as he drew back, his hands still resting lightly on her arms. "I wanted to surprise you."

Her eyes softened genuinely.

Just then, Levi withdrew from the embrace as Vivian drew near.

Vivian offered a small, polite nod. "Wanda."

Wanda tilted her chin with a faint air of superiority, her smile thin. "Vivian."

She had never liked that woman. And Vivian knew it.

Levi sent Wanda a tiny warning look—brotherly, patient. He wanted her to be more accommodating and welcoming to his wife, but Wanda lifted her brow in return, as if saying, ’Whether I’m pleasant or not is entirely up to me.’

Levi exhaled and let it go. It’s not like Wanda would ever listen to him on this matter and change.

"Come," Wanda said, switching to a more welcoming tone for Levi’s sake as she signalled them inside.

She walked beside Levi, subtly ensuring Vivian trailed a step behind them.

"So," Wanda asked lightly as they moved through the hallway, "why the sudden return?"

Levi pushed his hands into his pockets, tone relaxed. "My friend has finally returned home. I should come pay my respect to him."

Wanda’s heart jumped at the thought of Draven. Her mind raced instantly.

If Levi was going to visit Draven, then she would accompany him.

And unlike last night, this time she would have a legitimate excuse to stand before Draven again.

Her pulse quickened with the possibilities.

Maybe... finally, she could get close enough to fix everything. To regain her place beside him.

The three of them walked into the sitting room, and as soon as Wanda stepped in, she took possession of the long two-seater sofa—making sure there was space directly beside her for Levi.

Vivian naturally moved to sit on the single chair next to them.

Levi lowered himself beside Wanda, sinking into the cushions.

"Where’s Father?" he asked lightly.

Wanda folded one leg over the other, brushing a hand over her neatly ironed blouse. "A servant must have gone to inform him already. He will be down soon."

Levi nodded. "I expect so."

"Is father aware of your visit?" Wanda inquired and received a nod from him. "I informed him last night."

Then, she nudged his arm gently with a small grin. "So, you really kept this surprise just for me."

"I told you I planned to," he said with a soft chuckle.

Her smile brightened—real, warm in a way she rarely ever showed.

A pair of servants emerged carrying polished silver trays. They placed glasses of chilled juice, warm pastries, and neatly arranged finger snacks on the centre table.

Next, they began serving them, and after they had finished, they stepped back with quiet bows.

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