Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Chapter 71: The chef’s fortune



Aira’s POV

Damn, I am so jet-lagged.

I honestly could not stop stretching my limbs at the slightest chance I got. I kept yawning too, like I hadn’t slept in days since I just woke up from a nap just mere hours ago. I suppose it is because I have never been on a plane for that long in my entire life.

I believe the flight took about eleven hours. Come to think of it, I have never actually left America before; this is a whole new experience for me.

Right now we are driving down to the hotel where Akex has made our reservation, and I am amazed at how far it is from the airport. But I could not deny the fact that I was enjoying the view. Everything was so different here in Italy.

The air was a lot lighter and had this sweet smell attached to it. The buildings were different; most of them were built in ways that I never knew were possible. It was a mix of local and modern architectural design.

The people here were a lot happier and more beautiful. Children played amongst themselves on the streets; the youths danced, and to my surprise, not for money but just for the fun of it all. Couples held hands while taking romantic walks, and the elderly sat on benches, feeding the ducks.

I have only spent a few minutes in this city, and I love it here.

My gaze shifts to Alex, who is looking out his side of the window. He has been awfully quiet since our last conversation in the jet, and I could not blame him. I suppose I had gone a bit rough on him with my words, but to be fair, he did deserve it. We were having such a good time, and then he just

Anyway, I do not really wish to remember it. I came here to have a good time, and that is exactly what I will do.

Finally, we arrive at the hotel, and I am awed by the external decor. The guards open the golden gates for us, and our cab drives down the rosy path. The hotel is six stories tall, with balconies everywhere. A man in a dashing red suit comes up to open the door for us.

“Welcome to Adesso; we hope your stay with us will be as pleasant as you are,” he says to me before offering his hand to help me out of the car. A loud growl leaves Alex’s lips, and the poor man hurriedly retracts his hand. He clears his throat, then says, “I shall help with the luggage instead.” He says, keeping his head down, and makes his way towards the trunk.

I roll my eyes at Alex’s antics as he steps out of the car from his own side. He walks over to my side and offers me his hand. I do my best to suppress my grin. It amazed me that, despite the fact that we were not speaking to each other, he was still a gentleman.

“Thank you,” I say as he helps me out of the car. He nods once in response, and he doesn’t let go of my hand, not even for a second as he leads me into the hotel. The inside is even prettier than the outside.

The walls were painted crystal white, and the furniture was all gold. A big chandelier is situated at the center of the reception, giving the entire space a luxurious look. I don’t even want to think of how much a room in this place would cost.

I should have known Alex would always go for the best.

We walk up to the receptionist table, and the woman behind it widens her eyes once she sees Alex. Quickly, she shoots to her feet and bows at him.

“It is a pleasure to have you here, Alpha Alexander. Your room is ready for you,” the receptionist shakily says, and Alex’s eyes narrowed to slits.

“Didn’t you see that I am with my mate?” He snaps, and the woman’s eyes widen with fear.

She turns them to me and shakily says, “Welcome to Adesso, ma’am.”

I smile at her, hopefully as a way to ease her tension. “Thank you.”

Alex takes me by the hand and leads me towards the elevator, and once inside, we are engulfed by an awkward silence. We still couldn’t even look at each other, yet he didn’t let go of my hand. When the elevator doors open, he leads me down to our room.

I just stopped getting impressed.

As we step into our room, there is a king-sized bed in the middle of the room and a mini chandelier right above it. There is a flat-screen TV and two black couches above it. Then there is the dresser, and I wonder what those three doors were.

I make my way towards the first one, and Alex still doesn’t let go of my hand. The first door is a walk-in closet; the second is the bathroom; and the third leads to the balcony.

“Do you like it?” Alex asks, breaking what felt like a never-ending silence between us. I turned to find his eyes trained solely on me; they were watching me closely. If I did not know any better, I would almost think that he was nervous.

“I love it,” I tell him, and those three words appear to have elated him. I lift the hand in which he has refused to let go and say, “I also would like my hand back.” He scowls and looks at me questioningly. “I would like to sleep.”

“Oh,” he replies sadly, but releases my hand either way. I shoot him a small smile in appreciation, then make my way towards the bed before collapsing hazardously on it. I feel his eyes drill holes into my back as I snuggle into the comfy bed.

My eyelids grow heavy, and I knew that I was about to fall into the comforting arms of slumber any moment from now on. The last thing I feel is a gentle kiss on my forehead. My lips lifted into a tired smile, and just like that, I was out like a light.

When I wake up, the first thing I set my eyes on is the window. The world has already grown dark, and I wonder just how long I have been asleep for.

A frown takes over my lips as I scan the room and don’t find Alex.

“Alex?” I call out, but silence is the only response I get.

My attention falls on the box at the foot of the bed, and I do not remember packing up anything of the sort. I take the box into my hands and read the note on it.

Meet me downstairs at the restaurant.

-A.

Well, that is quite interesting.

I lift the lid of the box, and my eyes widen when I see what is inside. It’s a purple dress with a diamond necklace and Louboutin heels. I spend the next few minutes putting them on, and I am impressed at how perfectly everything fits me.

The dress stops right above my knees and has a few rhinestones embedded in the neckline. The heels made me appear two inches taller than normal, and the necklace just enhanced the beauty of the entire outfit.

After staring at my reflection in the mirror, I prep talk myself a bit before leaving the room. I take the elevator down to the restaurant, and sure enough, I find Alex sitting on a high stool. His foot stepped on the floor repeatedly, signifying either impatience or that he was nervous. That is when his eyes lock with mine.

My heart flutters when his eyes light up and a smile stretches his lips, and I am talking about a full-fledged, genuine smile. He hops off his stool and walks up to me in long, confident strides. I used the opportunity to take in his dashing black suit and perfectly styled hair.

He takes my hand in his and places a soft kiss on the back of my palm. The action causes a little blush to creep up on my lips. From the corner of my eye, I caught a few people watching us with dreamy smiles on their faces.

“You look beautiful,” Alex compliments.

“You don’t look too bad either,” I say, that sheepish smile still on my lips. He leads me down to the stool he was sitting on and helps me into the one next to his. A chef walks up to us and smiles brightly at us. He is a fat middle-aged man with a goatee and chef’s uniform.

“Oh, look at the both of you. Such a beautiful match made in heaven! What would you all be having?” The chef says this, and Alex looks at me, clearly wanting me to order first.

“I will have some pasta and meatball sauce,” I say, and Alex nods.

“Same.”

The chef nods. “Would you like me to perform Adesso’s special?”

My eyebrows crease, and curiosity takes the better of me. “What is that?” I ask him.

“While making meals for people, couples especially, I prepare them with the aid of the spirits. They speak to me and tell me what your future would be like,” he says with all seriousness, but I just knew he was joking.

I look at Alex, and he doesn’t appear even a little bit interested. But I was. I mean, what harm could it possibly cause?

“Sure, we would love that,” I say, and the chef’s grin reaches the ears. He grabs a small white ball and slams it on the floor. Suddenly, the entire place was engulfed in smoke, but it wasn’t choking.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

The chef starts up the fire in front of us and begins to chop ingredients and pour spices, all while dancing to a tune he hums.

“Oh, I see so much love between you two. A very strong and powerful love. You both would die for each other and would do anything to protect each other. The goddess has blessed the both of you, but there are people who are envious of this love. They are envious of your power.” He says that, and that is when I notice that his eyes are shut.

The fire from the stove rose, and I nearly fell out of my seat if not for Alex’s quick reflexes. He steadies me, placing his hand on my lower back, and I smile at him appreciatively.

He nods once, then turns to the chef; he appears more interested in what he has to say compared to before. Meanwhile, I am just amazed at the fact that he is cooking a whole meal with his eyes shut.

“There is a storm coming. A great evil. If you allow yourselves to be avoided, the evil will consume you both, and you will be destroyed.”

What the hell?

The chef opens his eyes, and his lips lift into a wide smile, like he did not just predict certain doom for us.

“Food is ready!” he cheerily says before dishing out our plates of spaghetti. Alex and I share a glance, and only one thought swirls in my mind.

Whether this fortune was real or not, I would make sure that absolutely nothing and no one threw me away from Alex.

Never again.


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