Chapter 350
“You called Katelyn to see you first. Why?” Gabriel asked, having overheard the phone conversation.
“Ophelia could hurt her too, right?” Amelie replied, her voice tinged with worry. “I’ve been thinking about it constantly. I expected Kate to be back by the afternoon. She needs to wear the bracelet so nothing happens to her.” She paused, a hint of regret in her tone. “I… I couldn’t wait until tomorrow morning. Maybe I should’ve asked Karmen to go to Katelyn’s house instead that night p>
“Calm down, Ame,” Gabriel said, lowering himself onto the bed. “She’s a Sinclair. She can handle herself. Besides, Ophelia can’t get close enough to harm her. Kate may be naive about some things, but she won’t fail to recognize a witch p>
“I understand,” Amelie said.
“Mom would have worried endlessly if she thought something might go wrong. And now that you’ve asked Kate to be here by evening, she will be p>
“She’s with Sage in another city. He keeps her busy all the time,” Amelie muttered.
“Because Kate is his secretary,” Gabriel replied, a small smile tugging at his lips. “In that regard, I kept asking you not to work. But you did. You would say you loved doing work p>
“That’s different. I’m not a princess. Kate was born in luxury and she… She Her words faltered as she was unable to understand what to speak next.
“She might be a princess, but she still has a lot to learn. Ame, don’t worry about her because she can take care of herself. As for her safety, there’s no need to be concerned.” Gabriel rose from the bed and walked to the shelf. “I bought a book on parenting the other day. Want to read it with me p>
“Sure,” Amelie replied, welcoming the distraction.
Gabriel settled beside her, holding the book open. “The author says many new parents read this to understand the difference between right and wrong approaches to raising children. I’m hoping to gain some insight from it,” he explained.
He shifted closer under the blanket, draping an arm gently around her shoulders and drawing her near before flipping the pages. The warmth of his presence was comforting as they began reading together.
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Casaio stepped into the house, letting out a deep breath, and headed straight for the bedroom. His eyes immediately fell on the recliner, where Zilia lay curled beneath a thin blanket, a pen and notepad resting atop her.
He approached quietly, picking up the notepad. Flipping through the pages, he discovered she had meticulously jotted down notes for nearly every day—what to cook for meals, little plans she thought might win Casaio’s heart.
Zilia’s head lifted slightly from the recliner, her half-lidded eyes meeting Casaio’s calm figure. She straightened, rubbing her eyes, and mumbled softly, “Cas p>
Casaio stepped into the house, letting out a deep breath, and headed straight for the bedroom. His eyes immediately fell on the recliner, where Zilia lay curled beneath a thin blanket, a pen and notepad resting atop her.
He approached quietly, picking up the notepad. Flipping through the pages, he discovered she had meticulously jotted down notes for nearly every day, what to cook for meals, little plans she thought might win Casaio’s heart.
Zilia’s head lifted slightly from the recliner, her half-lidded eyes meeting Casaio’s calm figure. She straightened, rubbing her eyes, and mumbled softly, “Cas p>
He quickly closed the notepad when the pen slipped onto the rug. Picking it up, he placed both pen and notepad neatly on the small round table. By now, Zilia was fully awake.
“When did you get back?” she asked, tying her hair into a bun. She folded the thin blanket and tucked it into the cupboard.
“You’ve been out since morning,” Casaio replied calmly.
“I went to the palace earlier. Nick and June’s wedding is going to be huge,” Zilia said, finally closing the cupboard door.
As she turned, she froze, startled by Casaio standing so close.
“Do you need something? Are you hungry? I can—” Her words died in her throat as Casaio captured her lips in a sudden, fierce kiss. The force stole her breath, weakening her knees. Her back pressed against the cupboard as he closed the space between them, leaving no room to even inhale.
Her hands pressed against his chest, seeking a brief moment to catch her breath. Casaio granted it before leaning in again, his lips teasing and nibbling hers.
The soft, wet sounds of their mouths meeting soon filled the quiet room, mingling with the quickening of their breaths.
His hands traced over her body, sending a fresh shiver down her spine, leaving her both breathless and yearning.
After a while, Casaio slowly pulled back, and their eyes met, locked in a moment that seemed to stretch forever.
“Cas… wha—what’s on your mind? Is something bothering you? I told you I could help,” Zilia stammered, worry flickering across her face.
Casaio’s hand brushed against the pocket of his overcoat. The moment felt perfect. Stepping back, he drew out the small box, opening it before lowering himself onto one knee.
Zilia’s hands flew to her mouth, her heart pounding. She never imagined a day like this would come, especially after everything that happened between them.
“Marry me, Zilia,” Casaio proposed. “Become mine and complete me, complete us. I know we have been through so many odds, but I also know that my heart has always beat for you. It has yearned for her, arched for you, and only fluttered for you p>
Zilia’s eyes brimmed with tears, and she finally raised her hand. “I want to marry you, Casaio.” She finally accepted his proposal.
It took More than ten years for her to finally accept him. The day her truth came out, she thought it was over for her. Never once did she know that the Moon Goddess would build a chance for her to build a future with Casaio.
Casaio inserted the ring on her finger and grasped it before kissing her knuckles, giving her a silent gratitude for accepting his proposal.