I became the Purchased Wife Of The Lycan Prince

Chapter 91

Chapter 91 “Why didn’t Henry come? Hope inquired, directing her question to Roaxana and Fred. “Henry hasn't been home since last night,” Fred explained. “I spoke to him on

the phone, but he said he wouldn’t be coming,” he briefed Hope on the situation. As Fred moved to assist her with the plates, Hope insisted that he refrain from doing so.

“It's no trouble at all, Fred replied with a smile, accompanying Hope to the dining hall.

Roaxana couldn't resist a taunt as she noticed Fred carrying plates. “Since when did my brother start doing such chores?” she remarked sarcastically.

“| thought to lend a hand to Hope, unlike you, sister,” Fred retorted, placing the plates on the table. Turning to Ryan, he added in a mutter, “I hope my sister doesn’t trouble you with her nonsensical talks.”

n “What? Fred, I’ll throttle you if you dare say anything negative about me,” Roaxana exclaimed, her anger flaring.

“See? You've got quite the bad temper, Sis. | wonder how a guy will manage to handle you,” Fred retorted, rolling his eyes before taking his seat.

“You two still haven’t changed,” Paul remarked, entering the dining hall with his girlfriend, Violet. Behind them was Clifton, who wore a stoic expression, accompanied by Logan. For some reason, Gloria didn’t either attend the meet.

“Paul, you have no idea how much my brother torments me,” Roaxana declared, sticking her tongue out at Fred playfully. Ryan couldn't help but smile at Roaxana’s antics, although he quickly concealed it before she could catch him.

“Please, everyone, take your seats. Let’s enjoy our lunch. Hope and | have prepared today’s meals, and we hope you'll all enjoy them,” Logan announced, observing everyone settling into their chairs.

“Wow! I never knew you could cook!” Fred exclaimed, genuinely surprised to learn that Logan had prepared the meals with Hope.

“He’s a fantastic cook, Hope affirmed, her hand resting affectionately on Logan’s shoulder. “You’re all going to love lunch. | guarantee it.”

Logan pulled out a chair for Hope, gesturing for her to take her seat before settling into his own. As Madam Camila instructed the servants to serve the meals, the group began. to eat, and the atmosphere quickly turned lively with their cheerful chatter.

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However, Logan noticed that Ryan was particularly quiet and was even refraining talking with Roaxana. He was aware of the fact that they both were good friends, but this sudden change in Ryan’s demeanor troubled Logan.

“Clifton, you’re the same age as Logan? | thought you were younger,” Hope commented, surprised.

Logan glanced at her, his eyebrows raised in amusement. “Do you think | look like the oldest one here?” he teased. “No, Clifton doesn’t seem like he’s 29, Hope replied softly.

“Maybe it’s his genes,” Fred chimed in.

Hope looked intrigued. “What do you mean?” she asked, curious to know more.

“| belong to one of the rarest werewolf clans. But now, they’re practically extinct. | believe I’m the last one remaining from my pack. In our pack, we age slowly,” Clifton explained.

“That’s fascinating, Hope remarked, genuinely intrigued by Clifton’s revelation.

Their conversation continued until their lunch came to an end. As everyone left the dining hall and gathered in the living room, Logan approached Ryan, asking if he would accompany him. They slipped away unnoticed while the others remained engrossed in their conversations.

“What's on your mind, Logan?” Ryan inquired as they came to a stop in front of the swimming pool.

“Is everything alright between you and Roaxana? I’ve noticed you seem to avoid conversations with her,” Logan remarked, his concern evident in his voice.

Ryan hesitated for a moment before attempting to brush it off. “You must have misunderstood, Logan,” he replied, trying to conceal any underlying tension.

“I've been watching you both closely for a while now. You've been friends for years, and your recent behavior around her is concerning,” Logan stated bluntly. He was a straightforward person, not one to beat around the bush when seeking the truth.

“Nothing’s going on, Logan. You’re reading too much into it,” Ryan insisted, deflecting

werewolf hunters in the city. Are you looking into that?” He swiftly changed the subject, diverting attention away from his interactions with Roaxana.

the conversation. “By the way, | heard from my brother about an insisted, deflectingContent is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

‘ll start the investigation in the evening. Clifton has already gathered the necessary information, Logan replied, confirming his plans.

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“Can | come with you? | understand you'll have wolves with you, but I’d be glad to assist,” Ryan offered, showing his willingness to join the investigation.

Logan contemplated for a moment. Umm... Sure. You can join me if you tell the troth to me. What's going on between you and Roaxana?” He repeated the same question.

Ryan felt himself stuck, but he had to anyhow stop Logan from asking him more about 1. it.

“lll ask Roaxana if you refuse to tell me, Logan said. “You didn’t wish to come here, right. But because of Hope you chose to join us for lunch.”

Ryan hadn’t thought Logan would catch that. He didn’t wish to increase any sort of tensions between them, so he said, “Logan, | don’t wish to share my personal matter with you.”

“Alright. | will ask Roaxana,” Logan pivoted on his slippers when Ryan stopped him. “Do you know why the Moore Family killed my mother?” Ryan asked, his voice heavy with emotion. Logan turned to face him fully, taken aback by the sudden seriousness of the conversation.

“Dad told me it was the Moore Family who caused my mother’s death. | hate being close to all of you because it feels like a betrayal to her memory,” Ryan confessed, hist guilt evident in his eyes and expressions that he was still friends with them.

“lam sure there’s some misunderstanding, Ryan. I'll deliver the truth to you ASAP,” Logan assured him. “What if it's not a misunderstanding?” Ryan questioned him, his eyes suddenly. brimmed with tears.

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