Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 320: The kid

By the time Lucian left the company with his driver, Cal, the sun was already about to set, and many of the metal carriages seemed to pile on the roads, causing them to move at a slow pace and stop every now and then. They were blocked from behind and in front. He slumped against his seat and stared sightlessly at the lights ahead of them that flashed colors. The noisy cars and streets made his head heavy.

He was not used to this life and didn’t think he could get used to it. However, he couldn’t help but admire it. He recalled when Ave would try to describe how the skyscrapers made it impossible for one to see a clear sky and the stars. He could now picture it because the sky had darkened, and he couldn’t see beyond the city lights to the sky.

Torches illuminated every street and highlighted the night activities, with large screens atop buildings or poles that made him believe perhaps they didn’t have thieves here to leave their valuable screens out in the open.

Looking at the beautiful, noisy yet lonely world around him, he couldn’t help but admire how fast Ave had adjusted to his time when she had come from a place like this—a place that made his world pale in comparison. No wonder she had been desperate to go back at first, no wonder she had seemed strange to everyone there. And the fact that she could still go back, even though she wasn’t originally from the future but could use a spell to return, yet had chosen to stay with him, brought a bittersweet smile to his face.

He watched each billboard they passed by, using it as a distraction to keep his mind off any depressing thoughts. Perhaps, at some point, he had dozed off in his seat because he was awakened by Cal when they reached the skyscraper he now lived in.

That night, Lucian had never felt as lonely in all of his life. He ate his dinner alone, which had been waiting for him by the time he got home.

The house was large, but it pressed down on him until he felt suffocated by the loneliness. He’d never thought he would miss his home, his family, but he did. They had done so much for him to get him to the future that he reflected on it now, and a lump rose to his throat. Each of them had given their blood for the ritual Rylan had performed to transport his soul.

Now, where he lay on the massive bed, he stared at that same strange ceiling that switched from clouds to under the sea and thought about where he would start to look tomorrow. He would probably tell his coachman to drive him around the city and stop to ask around until he got a lead for his search.

Sleep was the last thing on Lucian’s mind as his thoughts began to replay the days and nights he had lain on beds with Ave nestled in his arms, her warm body spent and exhausted after a passionate night of lovemaking. God, he missed her so damn much.

The next day, where Lucian barely got any sleep, he didn’t need the housekeeper to teach him the way of things. He took a bath under the fountain in the bathroom and changed into another set of sweatshirts and pants. He ate his breakfast and then left the building without a destination in mind. He just told the driver to take him around the city.

He didn’t even sit in the back seat; he sat in the front passenger seat.

"Your seatbelt, Sir," Cal reminded him, and Lucian stared at him blankly until he realized he was talking about the belt Gary had reminded him about yesterday. He’d memorized how to use it, and he secured himself with it.

When Cal drove around the city without a destination, they reached a point where Lucian ordered him to stop, and then he exited the car. He told Cal to come with him. As they walked down the streets of Times Square, New York, he couldn’t help but notice everything wrong with his boss’s behavior. His boss’s eyes were all over the place. He was looking at the people and at the cars on the street.

His handsome face wore such an expression of astonishment that Cal could almost believe he was seeing the city for the first time in his life. He didn’t speak but often halted for a moment to stare at a car or at a group of young girls in short skirts. Then he shook his head in what seemed like pity and resumed walking.

When Cal realized he was stopping a few passersbys to ask them about someone and tried to describe the person, he realized his boss was looking for someone.

"Who are you looking for, Sir?" Cal asked conversationally, making sure his voice was respectful.

"Aveline," he muttered almost absentmindedly as he stopped another person to ask.

"... she’s an actress and acted in a drama called Tyrant Princess. Damn it! How can’t you know her?!" He was harassing a couple when they told him they didn’t know who he was asking for, but Cal hurriedly stepped in and apologized to the couple before they called the NYPD on him and further ruined his reputation.

Lucian jerked away from Cal and raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. "How can no one know her?!" he muttered in a shaky voice.

"If she’s an actress, why not just look her up online, Sir? It’s much easier than asking everyone on a busy street," Cal suggested.

"Look her where?" Lucian asked, his eyes narrowing down on the blonde young man.

"Online?" Cal chuckled softly when Lucian stared at him as if waiting for him to explain. When he didn’t, Lucian demanded, "What line? I will wait on any line to find her."

Lucian soon learned another use of the thing called a phone. He couldn’t believe one could search for someone on it until Cal showed him how to do it. As they returned to the limo, he sat in the back and focused on looking through profiles of many women with the same name as he had been taught, but none of them matched his wife, and there was no actress by that name...

How was that possible? Ave had been an actress and a good one at that before she came to his world. If she had returned to it, wasn’t her identity supposed to be the same? Had there been changes because she’d lived in the past for some time and changed history? Had they changed the future from what it once was before she was thrust into 1303?

If that was it, then it seemed he was doomed... How was he going to find her in this vast world with another identity he didn’t know? How was—

Crack!

Lucian’s thoughts came to a screeching stop when the car suddenly jolted and skidded to a stop, causing him to drop his phone and jolt forward in his seat. Frowning in displeasure at the sudden stop, he glared towards Cal when he heard him mutter a curse and demanded, "What’s wrong?"

"I almost hit a kid! Who lets their child out on the street?! Christ, thank God I hit the brakes on time!" Cal said in a rush of relief as he opened the car door.

Frowning deeply, Lucian opened his side of the door and walked out when he realized Cal had gotten out, and a few people were staring at the car and beginning to crowd the sidewalk. He had so much on his plate already rather than to deal with another modern problem!

"You almost killed me..." came a quiet voice that no doubt belonged to a kid, but it had a calmness to it that made Lucian’s brows twitch. Cal was blocking the kid and trying to make sure he was fine, but what Lucian found intriguing was how calm the voice sounded for someone who had almost gotten hit by this long metal carriage monster.

"I am fine, don’t touch my face like that," came the kid’s displeased voice again, but this time he pried away Cal’s hands from his face. "And I don’t need any doctor."

"Why are you crossing the road alone? Where is your guardian?" Lucian heard Cal ask in concern as he looked around at the few crowds who were now walking away when they saw the kid was okay. No one stepped in to claim him.

"I said don’t touch me like that!" the boy gritted when Cal resumed inspecting him.

"Let him go, Cal," Lucian ordered when he sensed the kid didn’t like being fussed over and seemed all right. Cal slowly released the boy’s shoulder and stepped back, giving Lucian his first full view of the kid.

Lucian’s stomach seemed to quiver when his eyes met blue orbs glaring up at him. And those eyes, which reminded him of a certain someone, belonged to the kid they had almost hit. He looked no more than six or seven years old, and he was wearing a blue shirt that matched his eyes and trousers that stopped just below his knees.

His cheeks were rounded and flushed, his little fists clenched at his sides as he met Lucian’s eyes with narrowed ones, his ink-dark hair looking disheveled on his head. He didn’t look like a homeless kid, as everything he wore was neat and spotless. But for some reason, Lucian could not look away from his blue eyes.

"Where are your parents, young one?" Lucian asked, finally tearing his gaze from the boy’s eyes.

"At work," he said with a blank voice.

"Then what are you doing out here alone?" Lucian asked again.

He shrugged his young shoulders. "Getting away from my problems."

Lucian couldn’t help but arch an amused brow. Getting away from his problems? What sort of problems could such a young boy have that he needed to roam around the vast city alone?

"Boss, we need to make way for the other cars to pass," Cal said as the cars were honking impatiently.

Lucian nodded his head, and without thinking about what he was doing, he reached for the boy and took his hand in his. He felt a weird feeling of familiarity and a thrill in his blood that made him frown and look down at the boy, whose head only reached his thigh.

The boy did not try to pull away like he did with Cal. Instead, he frowned and wordlessly let himself be led to the side of the street while Cal parked to the side to let the other cars pass.

"Where do you live, boy?" Lucian asked, still not releasing his small hand.

"I can’t tell you," the boy said gruffly.

"Why?"

"Because Mom told me to never trust a stranger or tell them where I live," he said as he looked at Lucian from the side of his eyes. Though he had been taught not to trust strangers, he didn’t make any attempt to pull away from the stranger holding his hand.

"What’s your name?" Lucian asked in amusement as he smiled down at the boy, who tried to maintain an aloof expression but was doing a terrible job as his eyes were swaying to a building across the street that had a sign reading "Ice Cream Parlor" written boldly on the top. His pink tongue peeked out of his mouth to lick his lips before he replied absentmindedly.

"Avian, but mom call me Ian."

"Ian," Lucian tasted the name and then looked across the street at the building. "Do you want something there?"

Like a child caught stealing, he jerked his head away from the building and cleared his throat. "No. Mom says it’s bad to have ice cream. I don’t want any." He shook his head as if to talk himself out of it rather than to show he didn’t want it, but yet his eyes still went back there, and his blue eyes shimmered with wanting.

Smiling, Lucian said, "If you don’t want it, I think I do. Will you come with me to the building? I am not familiar with the ways of things here."

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