Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 330: At the restaurant

When they finally got inside the restaurant, on their way to the table Ave had made a last-minute reservation for on the private VIP floor, her son and Lucian did not stay quiet for a second. She’d never seen any adult in this day and age so into movie like Spider-Man, and her son, being a fan of Marvel, was over the moon about the topic. By the time they got to their table, they acted like she wasn’t even trying to get them to pick their menu so she could place their orders.

She watched them in disbelief. Lucian had not bothered to put his suit jacket back on and had thrown his tie away inside his car. He only wore his dress shirt with the top button open while he turned in his seat to face Ian, asking him questions about things he clearly didn’t understand about the movie—like how a man could literally fly with a web.

"You mean he doesn’t fly like that in reality? Then how was he made to do that? Was it the costume he wore?" Lucian had asked at one point, and her son had laughingly replied to him.

One thing Ave noticed for the first time—Ian had never been so happy and so much like his age since the day he’d turned four and realized he had no father like his other mates. His smile was so bright and contagious that she found herself laughing with them, even though she had no idea what was making them laugh so hard. Their laughter rang through the private room, startling the waiter standing at the side, his head lowered as he patiently waited for them to place their orders.

Seeing that they were too invested in their discussion to pick what they wanted to eat, she took it upon herself to do so when Lucian absentmindedly replied that he would eat anything she had. He had only turned to her with a smile, said those words, and then given his full attention back to her all-too-excited son, who couldn’t seem to keep still in his seat as he got up, describing his favorite scene in the movie.

She took the menu, picked their meals, and then waited for them to be served as she tried to catch up with their discussion. Ave had heard many things about the only son of the Penn family.

The media had painted him as a womanizer and a man who could never take his nose out of his phone, even in important meetings. He would only be physically present, but his attention would always be on his phone, either chatting away with women or shamelessly watching inappropriate videos at full volume in a meeting room.

He was a total waste of space, and she had disliked him immediately the day he made an inappropriate approach to her at the Christmas party they attended. Normally, she never believed gossip about anyone online because she had been painted in a bad light many times.

They had called her a two-faced, pretentious bitch who treated men like they were beneath her but went behind to have a kid with a loser. She had no idea where they got the idea that her son’s father had refused to acknowledge her pregnancy as his and ran away from her.

People had even said so many mean things that made her family turn their backs on her—especially her parents, who believed she had tarnished their reputation. They were people with deep, rotten, old traditions despite the advanced world and believed pregnancy before marriage was a shame and taboo, thus they turned their backs on her. Only her grandfather had been there for her at those times when she needed her family’s support.

Thankfully, she had countered the bad rumors and gossip about her pregnancy with her accomplishments. She was eight months pregnant when she performed a heart transplant surgery for the vice president of their country. Her good name had been in the news, and in no time, her grandfather had used his influence to clear away every trace of the bad things said about her and about her pregnancy. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

No one had talked badly about her in the media again after many media companies that had published bad things about her began to go bankrupt. She had given out a statement after her son was born that his father was dead—a lie she swore to carry on for the sake of his future. She had made sure he was never in the spotlight, and when he also asked about his father, she had told him that white lie because the truth was something that would destroy not just him but also her. She might end up in an asylum if she were to tell the truth because it was so absurd that no modern person would take her word for it.

Back to her main thought, she did not believe anything the media had said about Lucian Xander Penn and approached him at that party for his partnership in this project. But when he looked at her with eyes she knew too well belonged to a pervert, she’d known instantly that the media were right about this man. His words were as disgusting as his smile when he said them.

But today—or should she say since yesterday—she had been seeing a completely different side of him, making her question everything she thought she knew and had researched about him.

In the past few days, she had been seeing the media talk about him for another reason he was so famous for now. Just a few days ago, it was said he’d had a wake-up call and had taken full rein of the company, becoming so strict that many of his staff had been fired for their incompetence.

Many had said online that it was as if he had suddenly been possessed by another soul, his eyes had changed and were like the gates of hell opening to damnation. Some had believed he was pranking, but they realized he wasn’t when it lasted for more than two days. He had not been seen in any of the clubs he was known to frequent.

She didn’t know what had caused his sudden change, but at first, she had thought he was doing it to win her over with his "good man" persona. But looking at him now, she couldn’t believe that a man this easygoing with a child, so considerate and childlike, was just putting on a show. She listened to them and was almost surprised when their conversation quickly switched from Spider-Man to something entirely different.

"Where I come from, we have people with powers you could consider superheroes, just like that Spider lad," she heard Lucian say with so much pride as he turned, bending one leg under him on the plush U-shaped chair to face Ian properly.

Ian’s eyes widened. "No kidding! Where do you come from?"

"Pendragon," he said with glimmering eyes, making Ave’s heart skip a beat and her breath hitch in her lungs. Pendragon. That name was something so important to her because she’d studied the history completely that it was like a part of her, an intimate part of her. She had been angry at Mr. Penn for lying to her son about his last name.

Her son was as obsessed with the history as she was, and he would make her tell him the short story written about the Emperor every night before bed. She didn’t know why she was so drawn to that part of history, but she was, and it meant a lot to her in some way she could not point a finger at.

Now, hearing him say that word made her narrow her eyes at him in displeasure. She appreciated him being friendly with her son, but what she would not like was him feeding him lies. Though Ian tried not to act his age, he was still a kid who would believe anything an adult told him—especially someone he seemed so interested in.

"Sick! Pendragon is from a very ancient time, Mr. Pendragon. Did you live in it when the Beast Emperor was still ruling? Did you also have these powers?" Ian questioned, his eyes so big that his mother thought they would drop out. She wanted to interrupt the conversation and put an end to it before the man made Ian believe in lies, but then she couldn’t bring herself to do so—not when her son looked so happy, happier than he had been since she’d given birth to him alone on a cold hospital bed.

She made a mental note to have a word with Lucian once her son wasn’t there.

"I could once control flames with my hands and thoughts," he said.

"Holy smokers! That would have been cool!" Ian exclaimed, so invested in the things he was being fed. The more Lucian talked about it, the more Ave wanted him to stop talking because he was not only stirring some emotions in her but was also lying to Ian.

"...my wife could make anything possible with her great powers. She brought me back to life the day I died. She brought us all back to life—my entire family. And I lost her to it," he said, his voice turning bitter and remorseful. At that moment, he turned to look at her, as if he knew she was watching him. "She gave me more than I deserved, and I thought I could keep her by my side forever, but time and her way of thinking that she could save me from my curse took her away from me."