Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 333: "I want Mr. Pendragon to by my Daddy."

Clearing his throat, he said, "I didn’t know it would affect this body like it did mine," causing her to move her head up to arch a brow at him.

"Meaning? Do you have another body apart from this?" she asked and felt stupid asking such a question. What did he even mean?

He stared into her eyes for a moment before he parted his lips and said, "I know what I am about to say might make you think I am crazy again, but this body does not belong to me, nor do I belong in this time. My soul transmigrated from 722 years ago to find you."

She stared at him like he was out of his mind then scoffed in disbelief. She began to try to move away from him to get down, clearly not believing him. However, he held her down.

"Aveline, you—" he began, but she glared at him.

"Don’t call me that. I think I should contact the psychiatrist I suggested to you because you are clearly going insane, Mr. Penn," she said with a blank look in her eyes. He didn’t think she was about to believe that, did he? Transmigration? Ha! But then, if she could have a son without sleeping with a man or ever remembering having sex, it could be a possibility, right?

Her pregnancy was what she considered a miracle years ago. She’d never had a boyfriend nor gone as close as kissing a man, not to mention sex, but she’d ended up with terrible morning sickness, mood swings, and a missing period. Her shock that day had almost given her a mini heart attack.

How was it possible for someone to get pregnant without a man? Impossible, right? Not unless one went through artificial insemination, and she was one hundred percent sure she’d never done that or considered it. She had found herself pregnant with no explanation for it.

At first, she had decided to hide it and continue with her life because abortion was never an option for her. For some unknown reason, that child became so important to her that she could not imagine getting rid of it. It was when she began to show that bad rumors broke out.

Now, hearing what Lucian said might be or might not be a lie. He was a good liar, the media had said, and when it came to winning a woman over, he knew just how to play the game. She heard that there was a time he bet with his friends that he could turn the most good girl bad in a week, and to prove it, he began to go to church. He never missed any Sunday service, and his social media became a worship platform just because he was trying to convince a famous Televangelist’s daughter into believing he was everything she wanted.

Ave had been forced to hear so much about that breakout news of him dating a famous televangelist’s daughter, with whom he was seen in many places together. He won her over and broke her heart within weeks of dating. Their breakup had been all over the media, and the televangelist’s daughter became a girl seen in different kinds of clubs at night.

Now, how could she believe his claims? He could be lying to win her over. He could have found out about her dreams somehow, though she knew she had never told anyone about them, but then he could still have found out and decided to play with her to win her heart. She could be his next bet to win over. But then, it wouldn’t hurt to hear him out.

"Let’s assume you are saying the truth. Who are you to me to come all the way from that time to find me?"

"I am your husband," he answered without missing a beat in his words.

She narrowed her eyes down at him. "If you keep saying that, I will be forced to believe you are insane, Mr. Penn—"

"Call me Lucian," he insisted yet again. "Please..." he added achingly.

She searched his eyes and then decided not to call his name altogether. She didn’t want to believe him, but she had always been a good judge of character and could easily tell when someone was lying or pretending. His eyes had no ounce of deceit in them, nor did his voice. He was a good liar, but what she had noticed so far about him was making his words seem like the truth.

She’d seen him look at a movie like something he’d never seen before, and when they were walking into the restaurant, she’d caught sight of him looking at the building and admiring everything like it was his first time—not to mention he had used his hand and fork to eat. Something the real Xander would never do. If all that was just a show to win her over, then he was a good liar and pretender.

"I don’t want to entertain your absurd words, but..."

He smiled when she hesitated, a smile that made her heart miss a beat and made her insides warm. "If you’d give yourself the chance to see the truth, you’ll believe the words I say. We both don’t belong in this time, my love. We lived in Pendragon until we were torn apart. I am your husband."

She stared at him like he was insane again. Then she caught him by surprise by saying, "Tell me about this wife of yours and your life in Pendragon." Not that she wanted to believe his absurd lies when she’d lived all her life here, but because she was curious to know the lies he would make up about a wife he never had and a life he never lived. And perhaps she wanted to see if some of it would still match with her faceless dreams.

Lucian gladly told her everything from the day he married Selene to when she betrayed him and Ave came into his life. He didn’t leave any stone unturned in his story, and he saw how invested Ave looked—that her face lost its color when he reached the last part where they parted. He even told her about her pregnancy.

"You mean to say your wife was pregnant when she left you?" she muttered with arched brows, and he nodded his head.

"I see..." was all she said. She needed to perform the DNA test as soon as possible to confirm her suspicions. She’d already taken his hair; she just needed to submit it to the lab and make them hurry the process. Many things he’d said sounded awfully familiar and similar to her faceless dreams. He couldn’t have made them up—there was no way he could have known, not unless...

She began to move down his body. "You can call Cal to come and pick you up, and I will send a nurse to give you your medication for the allergic reaction. We will meet at the construction site tomorrow to cut the ribbon before the workers start the construction. The media will be there, along with all the other investors," she said, all the while trying not to meet his eyes as she got away from him and began to put on her coat and rearrange her skirt. "Goodnight, Mr. Penn."

Before she could leave, he’d sat up and grabbed her wrist again. "Do you believe what I told you?" he asked.

She stared at him. "I don’t know," she said honestly and saw a smile grace his sinfully beautiful lips. With his eyes still on her, he pulled her hand toward his mouth and pressed his lips against her knuckle. It wasn’t just a simple kiss because her insides clenched and warmed up again when she felt the touch of his tongue on her skin. She hurriedly yanked her hand away from him.

He looked up at her with alluring eyes that were still hooded with sleep—no, not sleep, lust to be more precise, and something else that made her heart dance in her chest. Not liking how he was making her feel or how he looked at her like he had branded her and could do as he pleased whenever he wanted, she frowned and tried to set him straight on a few things. But she could not muster her coldness and indifference because her voice quivered slightly as she spoke.

"Don’t think that just because we... we did that on the bed, there is something between us. I still don’t like you, and next time you kiss me again, I’ll hit you where it hurts. I don’t want us to be anything more than business partners. This project is important to me. Don’t make—"

"Why is it important?" Lucian asked, hiding his hurt with slight amusement. Though he’d made some progress with her and knew he had managed to plant the seed of their past life in her, he wasn’t sure if she would let it grow into a tree of memories.

She tucked her hands into her coat pockets. "I chose to become a doctor to save lives, and too many people are dying from diseases that still have no cure. My family wants to build this advanced research lab to change that, and I want to make it possible," she said. Then, looking at him, she found herself revealing something she had never told anyone before.

"I have nightmares that haunt me at night—dreams of losing a best friend, and had I been a doctor in my dreams, I would have prevented it. I have a feeling I was born to do this, to save lives, and this project is one step ahead of achieving what I’ve always dreamt of. Now you know. I’d give anything to make this possible."

Lucian understood it all too well now. Nadia. She had grieved and said things like if she were a doctor, she would have saved her life and avoided her death. She might not have the memories, but it seemed it was the driving force of everything she wanted to achieve in this lifetime. She wasn’t an actress here but a doctor who wanted to save lives.

But then, he didn’t have much time for that to be achieved. He had been given just thirty days, and he’d lived five days of it already, yet she hadn’t been convinced about the fact that she had a past life that should still be her present.

"Mom?" came Ian’s voice as he sat up on the sofa, rubbing his eyes with his fists and looking around the room in confusion. He got down from the sofa and trotted towards them barefoot.

"Come here, honey." Ave bent to his height and hugged him. He didn’t try to avoid her touch and hugged her back, his head against her bosom as she rubbed his disheveled hair and kissed the side of his head. "You slept for quite a long time, Ian."

"Mom, I had a bad dream that we lost Mr. Pendragon..." he said with a shaky voice, not yet noticing that Lucian was in the room. Ave raised her head and looked towards Lucian, who had left the bed and come to their side. He crouched down beside her and reached out to ruffle Ian’s hair.

"I am a big man, Ian. How can I get lost?" he said with a smile in his voice, and Ian, who was about to start crying, jerked away from his mother at the sound of his friend’s voice. His blue eyes brightened up, and he flung his arms around Lucian’s neck.

"You did not go! I saw you disappear and thought Mom and I had lost you," he exclaimed in sheer joy, burying his face in the crook of Lucian’s neck.

Lucian smiled as he gathered the boy in his arms and stood up with him. "It’s just a dream, Ian. It’s just a dream," he assured, and the boy moved back to look at his face.

"You fell sick. You and I have many things in common, Mr. Pendragon. You can’t eat chicken, I can’t eat chicken. Does that mean destiny wants us to be together forever so we can avoid eating it?" he said, his young eyes shimmering brightly. He’d never believed in destiny whenever his mom talked about it, but now he was starting to believe it.

Lucian turned to look at Ave, who was watching them with an unreadable expression. Then he looked back at the boy he had come to like more than he should. "Perhaps it’s destiny."

"Destiny," Ian beamed, and then he leaned down to kiss the side of Lucian’s cheek, catching him off guard. "I believe in destiny. Put me down now, Mr. Pendragon."

Lucian chuckled as he put the boy down, and he watched him walk to his mom and look up at her with a serious expression. "Mom, I want Mr. Pendragon to be my Daddy. Can you marry him?"