Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 297: Pregnancy revealed

Lucian groaned loudly as he pushed his head away from his desk and massaged his aching neck and temple. He had fallen asleep in a really uncomfortable position because he had numbed himself with the strongest werewolf wine Talinor had gifted him the day after coronation, when he signed an agreement parchment allowing the were-people to move around the lands without any human interference, as long as they did not break the rules by killing or hurting anyone. freēwēbnovel.com

He had gulped it down his throat until he was unfeeling and drunk. He’d never drunk anything as strong as this, and he’d never woken up feeling like crap with a headache.

Massaging his head, he pushed himself up from the chair. He would never have slept in the study had his wife been in their room waiting for him. He hated going back to the empty chamber instead of going to find her waiting for him.

For how long she intended to keep him out, he didn’t know, but by God, he couldn’t keep on with this for long. He had lived a month without seeing her face, only her back from the distance where he peeked at her from afar.

He had thought to let her be, and perhaps she would come back, but it seemed that would never happen unless he got her back himself. He still needed to deal with the rumors going on about her outside the walls of the palace, and because he had threatened the maids, she was unaware of people insisting on her punishment and dethronement.

He’d slept way past morning, all thanks to the wine. Running his fingers into his hair, he left the study, thinking and wondering how he could get his wife back. Should he strike a deal with her? She would like it if he built a skyscraper and built the high school she had drawn for him those days she first came here. Whatever the high school meant or was, she would like to have it here.

He should give her everything she wanted to entice her into coming back. If only he could make everything she had drawn for him and—

Lucian’s thoughts came to a standstill the moment his eyes fell on her. He had been thinking about her, and here she was, in his side of the palace—just as she had called it since the day she’d moved out—standing there in the open hall with a woman he recognized as the royal seamstress.

His feet came to a halt as he struggled to believe she was really there, standing just a few feet away from him, her back to him as she listened to whatever the seamstress was explaining.

Lucian’s world narrowed around him until he could hear or see nothing but his woman. Her red hair was left down, and it fell down her back like a crimson waterfall. She wore a yellow gown that hid most of her curves. He’d noticed she’d changed the style of her dressing to something plain and simple, but yet she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever set eyes on.

Lucian’s chest tightened as excitement bubbled in his stomach at the sight of her, and he began to walk to her before he could stop himself or wonder why she was here. She didn’t take note of him when he stood behind her, and he was about to hug her from behind when the seamstress noticed him and bowed to him quickly.

"Your Majesty!" she bowed to the waist, causing Ave to freeze at the words as she finally felt his presence behind her, towering over her from behind.

She instinctively clutched the dresses the seamstress had delivered to her against her stomach and turned to him. Her heart skipped a beat as they met his eyes.

"Sweetheart..." he muttered softly as he saw her eyes tremble when they met his.

They stared at each other without a word before Lucian reached out and moved a few strands of hair falling over her face and tucked it gently behind her ear, his hand lingering on her cheek before he brought it down. "Did you come here to collect your dresses?" he asked as he noticed the dress she was clutching to herself and staring at him.

Obviously, she had come for the dress, not because she wanted to meet him, he thought bitterly. But then she surprised him by shaking her head no. However, before she could say anything, the seamstress spoke up.

The seamstress, who was meeting the Emperor himself in person for the first time as she’d never seen him even when he was a prince, couldn’t help but want to impress him like she had Ave. She smiled happily and said, "Your Majesty, do you find the dresses I make to hide the swell of Her Majesty’s belly useful enough?" she said, not stopping to see what impact her words had made before she continued.

"I know how rumors spread so fast and understand why you would like to hide it from everyone until the final day. I tried to make it more so she could breathe and less tight. I hope Your Majesty likes it?" She stopped to look up at his face, expecting to find satisfaction, not the confusion that arched every perfect line of his face as his eyes pressed down on her from above.

Turning to look at Ave, she noticed the horror on her face as she stared at her in disbelief. Swallowing hard, the seamstress finally realized she’d said something she wasn’t supposed to. Didn’t His Majesty know about his wife’s pregnancy?

"Aveline, what is she talking about? What swell in your belly?" He turned to look at his wife, only to see her walking backward, shaking her head, and before he could talk again, she’d turned on her heels and began to run away, leaving him stunned speechless. What was that for?

Swell in her belly? Was that the sickness that made her build a long bridge between them and pushed away from him? The thought that something was indeed wrong with her and she’d kept it away from him made his blood boil as well as his heart race in fear of what sickness she was suffering from.

He saw from the corner of his eye that the seamstress was about to start fleeing as well, but his commanding voice stopped her in her tracks. "Stop right there, woman! If you know what is good for you, come clean to me and answer me, or you will regret it." He warned her and she trembled to her knees and bowed her head down.

She had only met to impress him but she’d never thought he didn’t know that his wife was pregnant. He asked her the question and she dared not lie and told him the truth.

Lucian paled instantly.

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Ave ran all the way back to her chamber and locked the door. She pressed her back against it, breathing hard and biting her lip in fear of what might happen next. That damn seamstress had given her away just like that. She couldn’t believe what she had been working hard to keep a secret had been spilled out just like that, and unable to face him, she had run away like a coward.

She wasn’t ready to face him with the truth or hear him tell her to get rid of their child for her safety. She’d done the first thing that came to her mind, which was to run away before he faced her.

Ave had gone there to talk to him about her dreams and find ways to stop them, but the seamstress had put her in hotter soup. Now she would have to face him. She feared what she would say or do if he told her not to keep the baby.

She wasn’t prepared for that. She wanted this child desperately, and nothing would make her get rid of it.

Dazedly, she walked away from the door. It was only midday, but her weariness was overwhelming. She hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night. Apart from the nightmare that haunted her, she had looked forward to meeting Lucian, but now it seemed things were about to fall apart.

For sure, he would do anything to make her not risk her life to have the baby, and she would do everything to have it. They were on different sides, and she feared it would come between them. She had dreaded this day, but it came sooner than she was prepared.

Glancing at the door, expecting to see him come in at any time, she lay down on the wide bed and closed her eyes, welcoming the dark oblivion that rolled over her.

Much later, she was awakened by the presence of someone in her room. Groggily, she realized that she had slept all afternoon. The chamber was much cooler, and beyond the partially drawn curtains, she could see the sun yielding to the slow encroachment of evening.

Ave sat up quickly, watching as her husband, who leaned against the wall watching her sleeping form, slowly pushed away from it and walked up to the bed.

They regarded each other like two gladiators who had been released into the ring but were reluctant to battle.

She was the first to speak. "I am sure you... you must be angry with me."