Alpha Damien's Breeder: The first night
Chapter 91: Damien’s favorite

Chapter 91: Damien’s favorite

Charlotte felt a pang of ache in her chest, as he said those words. Yes, she was over him and didn’t care about him anymore but saying those words bluntly, made her uncomfortable.

Embarrassed, she stuttered, "You...I....Thanks," and bent down her head to continue what she was eating. She should have known it wasn’t more than a random concern, why would she think he made an exception for her?

She was going to be leaving in two months, so it was best to avoid being attached to Dave anyway.

Absent-mindedly, she shook her head to ward off the disturbing thoughts, deciding it was best to not think about him at all.

Dave’s fists were clenched under the table, as he watched the hurtful look on Charlotte’s face. Convincing himself that he was hurting her for her sake, was the only way to overcome his burning feelings for her.

After all, she was soon to be a married woman and had a baby already growing in her belly. Speaking of the baby, he suddenly felt the urge to ask about the baby and if the baby wasn’t disturbing her in any way, but he couldn’t bring himself to act like he cares after just hurting her.

The more he looked at her, the more he felt bad for himself, mainly because he was afraid of losing it and going beside her to comfort her.

Abruptly, he stood up and swiftly left the dining room like he was being chased by a predator.

"Dave!" Charlotte called out, but he was far long gone, making her frown in confusion. Why was he so eager to leave the dining room? And what could be chasing him that made him forget his phone in the dining room?

She called his name to remind him about his phone but it looked like he was determined to flee the dining room, and didn’t even bother to check if he had left something behind.

Sighing, she stood up from her seat, stretched her hands towards the position of the phone which was opposite her seat, and picked up the phone. She was going to send a maid to give him when she was done eating.

Meanwhile, in the garden. Two figures sat horizontally on each side of the table, drinking tea, their looks filled with concern about different issues. While Theresa was toiling the hard soil to satisfy her extravagant mother-in-law, Aurora couldn’t stop worrying about Damien.

She thought of going to meet him but it was likely he refused to see her or he was currently busy. Either way, meeting him might not be the best idea.

Suddenly, her eyes sparkled as she thought of a brilliant idea that could help with the throbbing headache.

"Theresa, do you know if Damien has a favorite?" She could have specified what type of favorite she meant but she barely knew about Damien’s likes and dislikes, so it was best not to categorize the ’Favorite.’

"Favorite? Hmmm, not that I know of," sadly, she answered, finding it humiliating that she didn’t even know any of her son’s favorites. Damien had always been the hard type among her two sons so she found it hard to be closer to him than she was to Dave.

Though he was her firstborn, as he grew up, she questioned if she truly gave birth to him. He was just so different and hard to decipher, he was like a mystery in a mystery.

"Really? He has no favorite food or artifact or place?" Not willing to give up, she pressured Theresa, leaning closer to her for useful information. If she could at least get one of his favorites, she might be able to get to talk to him through it.

"Ohh, poor thing." Seeing the desperate look on her face, Theresa felt guilty and frantically searched her mind for something that could be of help.

Well, Damien was a workaholic and he didn’t derive joy in pleasurable things. So if there was something he suddenly got interested in, that was...turning her head, she met with the eager gaze of Aurora that looked like it couldn’t wait to be given candy.

"What’s it?" Impatiently, Aurora asked, rubbing her hands together as she waited to hear the good news.

"You!" On an impulse, Theresa blurted, taking Aurora aback.

"You? I don’t get it, what do you mean by you?" Finding her reply absurd, she questioned with a confused look. Was Theresa playing with her or she didn’t know what Damien’s favorite was?

Why would a mother not have any idea what her son’s favorite was? As much as it was hard to understand Damien at times, it couldn’t be so hard, right? She wasn’t so sure of her theory, as the more she pondered on it, the more Theresa’s ignorance made sense.

"Yes, you. You are his favorite," she repeated, certain about her answer, and smiled triumphantly at her discovery. His eyes were always out for Aurora and he seemed comfortable in her presence. She was confident his favorite was Aurora but she needed to convince Aurora.

"Why would I be his favorite? Well, a person can also be one’s favorite but I only just met him and I made him mad yesterday. I can’t be his favorite?" She questioned the absurdity of Theresa’s answer. A favorite was something you could not let go of, something you could never get tired of, something you liked above every other likable thing. It was preposterous to think that she was his favorite.

"Why can’t you be his favorite? It’s not like there’s a condition for being one’s favorite, you are his favorite." Theresa was bent on her answer and didn’t seem like she was joking.

Feeling frustrated, Aurora rubbed on her forehead and hissed annoyingly. She had never been so frustrated about something as she was now. If she was truly Damien’s favorite and caused him to be mad yesterday, what was the essence of being his favorite?

"Do you want us to confirm it?" With a mischievous smile, Theresa suggested, her face full of eagerness as she spoke.

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