Chapter 18
LAVENDER’S POV
Rose’s heels clapped on the marble floor as she rushed towards Caramel with her hands spread for a hug. The moment she got close to Caramel, she wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him close. This action made me fold my hand into a fist. My stomach was hurting at this point, so I could not leave. I gestured for a maid to serve me, and she quickly did that while Rose spoke to Caramel.
“Oh, I’ve missed you, Caramel,” she said.
She calls him by his real name, too. There is no way her words were not true. “You didn’t tell me you were coming,” Caramel said.
Rose giggled and replied, “Oh, I just wanted to surprise you. Mum said it would be perfect,” she stated as they took a seat.
“How is she?” Caramel asked.
“Oh, she is fine. She was glad I was back in the pack,” Rose kept smiling like a fool. I felt like using my fork to stab her cheeks to prevent her from even doing so.
“I am glad too,” Caramel said as he gestured for the maids to serve him.
“You do not want to know what I stopped from happening when you were away. You really need to keep an eye on these peasants,” Rose sent a dagger gaze at me, but I ignored it, enjoying my food because that was all that mattered to me right now.
“What happened?” Caramel asked as he began eating.
“Why is she eating with you? She is a maid and a peasant,” Rose sneered.
“You’ve got it all wrong. Lavender isn’t a maid.”
“She smells like a human, so how is she not a maid? Did she do something to you?” Rose squinted her eyes. “You know I can just break her if you like, right?” Rose added.
I pushed my chair back and turned to Mitchel. “Please bring my food to my room,” I instructed before walking away from there. I could not stand sitting there and listening to them speak about me like I was not sitting there. And Caramel did not even try to defend me. Once I was in, Mitchel placed my meal in front of me on the table.
I sat and enjoyed my food in the room’s quietness. There was no witch or lying wolf speaking at my side, so I was relieved. Just when I was enjoying my meal, Caramel walked in and took position across from me.
“I apologize for Rose’s words. She can be over the top sometimes,” he said.
“Over the top or rude?” I said, stuffing my mouth with food the next minute.
“I’m sorry about that,” he said and tried to touch my hand, but I dashed it from the table.
I heard him sigh before he spoke. “What did she say to you before now?” he asked.
“Were you not with her a few minutes ago? You could have asked her,” I stubbornly told him.
“Please.”
I remained silent but could not continue eating, so I went off the table to the bed. “Who is she?” I finally asked, plopping on the bed.
“Did she say something?” Caramel asked, making me pass a look at him.
With long strides, he sat beside me on the bed. “She is Rose, one of the Sentinels’ daughters. Her mother is my mother’s friend,” he explained.
I waited patiently for him to finish because I knew there was more to be said. Caramel sighed when he saw the look on my face. I guess I already gave away the fact that Rose said something to me. “Even though Mum acted like me not having a mate was not a big deal, she proposed I get married to Rose, but I refused.”
I scoffed at his words, standing up then facing him. “You think I am a fool? Rose has so much power and authority in this mansion and you tell me you refused? She told me she was the future Luna of this pack,” I screamed at him, and the only thing he did was sigh.
His reaction was only making me more upset. I shook my head and turned around to leave the room. This was a mistake. My trust in him was a mistake, and even bothering to yell at him was another mistake. He rushed over and held me back, spinning me around and holding me around my waist as I stared at him.
“I know you are upset right now, but I need you to calm down. I will make sure she doesn’t say that again. Just before I came here, I informed her you are my wife-”
“But not the Luna,” I pointed out to him, which made him pause.
“That title will come, but right now, do not let Rose make you feel you are not the lady of the mansion. You are,” Caramel calmly told me. Why was it making it hard for me to stay angry with him? His eyes were so enchanting and distracting. “I got something for you,” he informed me.
He took me out of my room and into his, and as soon as I entered, I was overwhelmed by the sight of numerous boxes. I glanced at him before approaching. “Are we celebrating something?” I inquired.
“Yes, my wife,” he said with a smile.
“Thank you,” I appreciated before picking up one of the boxes. Within was a cute purse. I saw this purse back when we were shopping, but we had already gotten so much that I chose to keep it. “How did you know?” I smiled at him.
“Mitchel told me,” he replied, which I nodded to.
Standing at a distance, he observed me as I unpacked most of the boxes. The items varied from clothing to fresh books to jewelry. I could not stop smiling as I unpacked them. “This is too much,” I told him.
He walked over to me with a small box in his hand. Reluctantly, I took it and a beautiful star diamond necklace laid inside of it. My eyes widened in shock. “You-”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
I took out the necklace, carefully looking at it. Caramel took it and carefully placed it around my neck. “Perfect,” he complimented.
I pulled him by the shirt and kissed him so hard we were breathless for a couple of minutes. “So, do you forgive me?” he asked, and I shrugged. “Maybe,” I said, going back to my gifts.
“That slap was not too bad anyway,” I excitedly said.
“Slap?” Caramel sounded confused.
I glanced at him and that was when it dawned on me that I had not told him Rose had slapped me. Without thinking much about it, I told him. I glanced at him, but his smile was gone. It scared me because his aura filled the room almost immediately.
I nervously chuckled because I thought it was something small. “Why do you look like that?” I asked, and the side of his lips curved up.
“Nothing,” he placed a kiss on my cheeks then spoke again, “I’ll be back. I need to take care of something,” he informed me before heading for the door.
I hummed before the door flung open and slammed shut.