Chapter 52: In the dinning hall

Matilda chuckled, “Well, I thought you wanted to know since you kept staring at the stairs. I thought you were waiting for him.”

Hazel scoffed, “Then you thought wrong. His absence makes me more relaxed, why would I want that bastard here? To do what? Be an eyesore?”

Matilda was not surprised at the way she addressed Damien, she was used to it after all.

Hazel’s expression was of disgust, but Matilda saw her beet red earlobes that seemed as though it would drip with blood in the next moment.

She nodded calmly, “Yes. You were not expecting him.”

Hazel ate as usual, but a certain seat remained empty and for some reason, she suddenly lost her appetite even though she had been fantasizing over the meals before she even walked into the dining hall.

“Hazel, are the dishes not to your taste? Didn’t you enjoy most of them this morning?” Matilda asked, concerned.

Hazel quickly forced a smile, “Of course not. I am enjoying it, see.” To show that she was really enjoying it, she shoved the spoon in her mouth and her cheeks quickly bulged as she chewed loudly. “Why would you think I don’t enjoy it?”

She just doesn’t have an appetite.

Matilda glanced at her comical expression and then a meaningful smile graced her lips.

“I understand.” She said and Hazel glanced at her.

Matilda’s expression remained calm, but Hazel felt like there was something weird about her expression but could not pinpoint why.

Hazel did not eat much like she would usually do, before she dropped the spoon, deciding to retire for the day.

However, she soon became hesitant about something.

Should she go to the Alpha’s mansion or to the chamber that has been prepared for her?

Would he get angry if he did not see her?

Not like she was worried if he would get angry, she was only worried that he would vent his annoyance on Hanna and the others.

Yes, that was it.

She hasn’t even been able to see Hanna all this while, but that was all for good. She did not know how to face them after all.

Matilda accompanied her and after a moment of hesitation, Hazel finally decided to sleep in his chamber.

A hint of surprise flashed in Matilda’s eyes seeing Hazel enter Damien’s chamber, but the surprise was quickly suppressed.

“Your fever has reduced, but you might still feel weak. The physician should visit tomorrow to check on you again.” Matilda said and Hazel nodded before entering the chamber.

After making sure that Hazel does not need anything, Matilda left.

Hazel stood at the edge of the bed, hesitating again. But that didn’t happen for long as she jumped into the bed, sighing in satisfaction.

Damien couldn’t do anything to her after all.

That was when she remembered how Damien had carried her to this same bed early that day and her visage changed slightly.

That bastard was getting even bolder.

But why did she react like that?

As if she wanted him to continue and he had to retreat at that moment.

“Ah, that bastard must be doing it intentionally.” Hazel screamed into the pillow and rolled on the bed recklessly.

She did not put off the candles, as she waited.

She was not waiting for him, she just didn’t want to be touched when she was sleeping. It was creepy.

That was what she thought.

Whether she was waiting for him or not, remained a mystery.

…

Last night, Hazel didn’t know when she fell asleep, but when she opened her eyes in the morning, she was the only one in the chamber.

Damien did not come last night.

So, where did he sleep? At the guest wing? In Mireya’s chamber?

Or did he go to visit his concubines?

She had finally succeeded in sending him away, but why was she so angry and annoyed?

Hazel huffed and stepped down from the bed just as a knock rang out and Matilda entered.

She glanced around the room in surprise and turned back to Hazel, “The Alpha did not come last night?”

Hazel scoffed, “Why are you asking me? He must have gone to visit one of his concubines. That man has no shame.” She said, annoyed.

Without waiting for Matilda, she walked into the bathhouse.

Matilda stared at her backview and laughed secretly to herself, clearly enjoying whatever was making her laugh.

Hazel did not notice anything amiss at all and was busy venting her anger on the water in the bath tube.

The bath did not take long and Matilda accompanied her to the dining hall.

The head seat was empty again.

Damien was not here.

This time, Matilda did not jump to explain anything and instead coordinated the maids in setting the table.

Before Hazel took the first spoon, she cleared her tone and asked in a slightly unnatural tone, “Where is he?”

However, she received no response.

She raised her head and glanced at Matilda to see that Matilda was busy addressing a maid.

Hazel coughed several times to attract Matilda’s attention, and Matilda finally turned to her.

“Eat slowly, don’t choke.” Matilda said, before averting her gaze to continue talking to the maid.

Hazel frowned, then fidgeted with her fingers.

“Matilda, where is he?” Hazel finally asked, in a louder voice this time.

Matilda turned to her, looking confused, “Eh? Who are you talking about?”

Hazel could not help but feel that Matilda was doing it intentionally.

“Your lord.” She still replied awkwardly and Matilda laughed inwardly.

“The Alpha is busy in a council meeting.” She replied smilingly and Hazel nodded before she continued eating.

However, she seemed absentminded.

Just as she ate quietly, she suddenly felt a presence settle beside her.

When she raised her head, a somewhat familiar and at the same time, unfamiliar face entered her vision and she froze.

“It’s you!”

“Are you happy to see me?”

“Happy? I would rather choke on my food.”