Chapter 262: The Quarrel In The Corridor

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Samuel’s sharp gaze swept over the two of us. “However, if you’re smart, you should know that no matter what you hear, don’t say it out loud. Otherwise, your trouble won’t be as simple as just trespassing into the security room.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sasha raised her eyebrows. “But we really didn’t hear anything. If you want to report it, then go ahead. You’re the best at this, anyway.”

“I will,” Samuel said without any expression.

Sasha and Samuel looked at each other for a while before shrugging as if nothing had happened. She then dragged me out by the arm. I felt Samuel’s gaze on us. I felt my hair stand on end as I walked past him. My palms were covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. I suspected Samuel knew what we’d done.

My heart was still beating fast even when I returned to the corridor with Sasha.

I quickly turned a few corners and leaned against the wall, gasping for air. Sasha looked at me from the side and smiled. She said, “Is there a need to be so scared because of Samuel?”

I raised my head and glared at her. “I felt like he was going to kill us with his glare. I was afraid he would send us to court.”

“It’s not that serious,” Sasha whistled frivolously. “Since we can’t return to eavesdrop on them now, why don’t I send you back first?”

I supported myself against the wall as I stood up and nodded at Sasha.

After I recovered from the panic of being discovered by Samuel, I couldn’t help but recall the conversation I overheard between Michael and his father. His father didn’t want me to be his mate and asked him to marry another noble girl. I hadn’t heard Michael’s answer yet.

‘If Michael disagreed, how would he deal with his father, the King? If he agreed, where should I go?’ I was so upset that I couldn’t wait to see Michael and ask him.

“Why didn’t you bring her back?” An angry male voice suddenly sounded from the other side of the corridor.

Sasha and I quickly looked at each other, our eyes filled with vigilance.

Sasha made a ‘shush’ gesture at me. Then, we lightened our footsteps and prepared to go around from the other direction.

At this time, another low and pleasant male voice said, “It’s not like you don’t know her. I can’t make her decision.”

My heart started to beat violently as I heard this voice. I pulled on Sasha’s clothes and made her stop. I then pointed in the direction of the voice.

“Listen,” I whispered. “Who are those two people talking?”

Sasha glanced at me before following me back. She continued to listen to the conversation between the two men.

“I already told you to bring her back, but you turned a deaf ear to my words. Do you still see me as your brother?!” the man’s voice was filled with anger.

“If you’re so capable, go find her yourself. Why are you throwing a tantrum at me?” The deep and pleasant male voice was also a little angry, and he said impatiently, “Bring your mate back.”

Hearing this, I no longer needed to use my eyes to confirm the identity of these two people. That deep and beautiful voice must be my mate, Michael, and the other must be his brother, Brandon.

I was just about to go out and look for Michael, but I saw Michael’s angry figure rushing over.

The moment I saw him, I felt extremely excited. I quickly took a few steps forward and blocked his path.

“Michael, it’s me.”

Michael lowered his head to look at me and smiled joyfully. “Cecily! What are you doing here?”

Thḭ𝖘 𝖼hȺp𝘵ᥱr 𝚒𝑠 pο𝓈𝕥ꬲ𝕕 b𝙮 𝒦𝙞𝘵ɛṅ0ν𝑒𝑙

“I’m scared.” I hadn’t thought of how to explain it yet, so I stammered, “I was worried about you, so I wanted to come out and look for you.”

Michael looked up at Sasha and said, “It was you who brought Cecilia out again, wasn’t it? I asked you to help take care of her, not to run around with her.”

I squeezed Michael’s hand and said, “It’s not Sasha’s fault. I was the one who asked her to bring me out.”

“Hmph!” He snorted at Sasha.

Then, he took my hand and took me two steps forward.

This time, I saw the person who was talking to Michael. He had long golden hair that was completely different from Michael’s. It was half draped over his shoulders, and he looked as majestic as a king.

I knew he was the heir to the Lycan King, the Crown Prince of the royal family – Brandon.

However, he looked dazed at the moment, as if he was uninterested in anything. When I bowed to him, he only frowned and returned a perfunctory yet polite bow.

“This is my mate, Cecily. This is my dear brother, Brandon, ” Michael introduced. “He looks serious because he was angry with me for not bringing his mate back.