CHAPTER 256: SEALED BY THAT MARK

Gabriel and Amelie returned late at night with hands in hand. She laid on the bed after removing her bellies. "It was fun," she murmured. Then sitting up, she gazed at Gabriel, who was looking at his phone.

"Ame, why don’t you sleep? I’ve to make an urgent call," Gabriel suggested, and walked out of the room.

Amelie first changed into a night dress, then slid inside the blanket, not lying down. Instead, she turned on her phone and looked at the pictures she had clicked earlier on their date.

She set one of them as the wallpaper of her phone before moving to the messages.

"Kate dropped so many messages."

Amelie clicked the inbox and read them one by one.

"Amelie, Mom has set up me with some Alpha Bastard!"

"Gosh, what will I do now?"

"He’s persistent to take me out for a date!"

"My mom gave him my number."

"I want to run away, but I can’t."

"Amelie, I don’t want to meet this guy. His face says that he’s arrogant."

"Call me when you see my messages."

She checked the time, but it was already too late.

"It won’t be appropriate to call now. Kate might be asleep," Amelie murmured. She decided to call her the next morning. ’But I won’t help Kate. The Queen may not like it and I don’t want to create any trouble for any of us.’

While she contemplated all this, her eyes landed on Flora’s message.

"Thank you, Amelie, for giving me a chance to live once again. I won’t disappoint you."

Putting the phone back to the bedside table, she looked at the door, wondering when Gabriel would return.

Her wait ended when Gabriel showed up and her eyes lit up.

"Why aren’t you asleep?" He locked the door behind him and started undressing. "I feel tired," he murmured. Sliding off the shirt down his shoulders, he let it hung on the chair and got into the bed from the other side after switching off the lights.

Amelie moved to him, her head resting on his chest. He pushed the blanket more toward her and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I love this feeling to be with you, where no one disturbs us."

"Me too," Amelie replied, smiling and inhaling the musky scent of his pheromones. Her eyes slowly flutter shut, and she whispered, "I feel strangely good after such a long time. Thank you for taking me out and planning a date for us."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes in affection, watching her drifting off to sleep.

His hand moved to her bump, feeling the same sensation from the pup. It was a fatherly bond, which amused him how the pup taken him as his father.

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The next morning, Amelie woke up with a new energy. She had a hot-water bath, feeling refreshed. While changing into a below knee-length dress, her thoughts lingered to the dream she had have in the morning.

That was the main reason of her overjoyed expression in the morning.

She saw herself in a garden when a small boy ran toward her calling her ’Mama’. Though she couldn’t remember her face, she remembered how she carried the boy up in her arms.

Pulling up the zipper of her dress, she blew dry her hair and tied them into a bun. As she stepped into the room, her eyes glued to Gabriel’s peaceful face. She didn’t disturb his sleep and went downstairs.

"Amelie, look what is today’s headline!" Carlos said as soon as he spotted her descending the stairs. He was holding the newspaper in his one hand while a mug of coffee in the other.

"What is it?" Amelie was curious to know as she approached him.

"Lovebirds are spotted on late date night," Carlos said aloud.

"What? Who?" Amelie arched her eyebrows.

"You and Gabriel! Look, there’s also a picture," Carlos said. She was quick to reach by his side and checked the news.

"How did they get this picture? I thought no one saw us," Amelie said.

"Well, you’re not an ordinary person. Paparazzi always linger around to get your one click," Carlos answered, lowering the mug as he had finished it.

Amelie sat across from him. "So, how was your day last day?"

"It was wonderful. I didn’t expect San Ravendale to be this beautiful. I liked it," Carlos answered, folding the newspaper and keeping it back on the table.

"Pardon me for my intrusion," Albus’s polite voice interrupted them. "Madam, would you like to drink tea? It’s herbal," he added.

"Sure," Amelie agreed to take a cup.

Albus bowed lightly and walked away.

"Did you ask your grandmother about her well-being?"

"Yep. I called her last night. She is alright. Don’t worry about her," Carlos answered. "Gabriel didn’t wake up yet, did he?"

"Not yet," Amelie answered.

"He must be tired. While exploring the city, I found out people keep him in a high regard. They fear him, no doubt, but they love the way he works. Surprisingly, I found out a witch’s place here. She has retired from her work," Carlos revealed to her.

"I do think many witches are no longer performing the rituals as they used to in the past," Amelie said.

"Because they come with consequences. Though we are blessed with divine powers, but not everything you get in free. Also, after modernizing, many want to live a life of comfort," Carlos explained.

"What about you? Do you..."

"No. My parents passed away after performing some kind of ritual. I refrain from doing all that. Though I prefer meditation. The inherited abilities can’t be removed, so I try to use them in a good way. Or many a times, I don’t bother doing anything," Carlos stated.

"Ah. I’m sorry. I made you recall~"

"I don’t mind," Carlos said promptly. "I was thinking to go to a club tonight. But then, people like us aren’t found commonly here. So, I have to stop myself from going out."

"Is that because you’ve a witch’s blood? I didn’t sense anything from you when we first met and even after so many years," Amelie said with a frown.

"That’s because your most of the capabilities are sealed by that mark," Carlos said in a low voice.

"What? Really?" Amelie shockingly gasped.