A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

322 Under House Arrest Again

He was simply an unreasonable person.

This was also probably why the previous Lycan King could not pass the throne to the more powerful Michael. He would have made a mess of the entire country.

I went into the bathroom and splashed my face with water to dispel the last bit of sleepiness. I was a little tired after staying up the whole night, but after the fight with Michael this morning, I was full of energy again.

Ding dong.

I opened the door in confusion and saw a food cart being pushed in.

“I didn’t order breakfast,” I commented in surprise.

“It was ordered by His Highness, Michael. He said you hadn’t had breakfast yet, so he specifically told us to bring you your favorite raspberry jam. Your Highness, is it convenient for me to go in?” the other party asked politely.

When Michael left so angrily, he still remembered to order breakfast for me.

I bit my lip, and a complicated feeling rose in my heart. Why did we have these problems?

Why did we still have quarrels and conflicts when we loved each other and had each other in our hearts?

I silently spread the raspberry jam on the scone. I didn’t know what Michael’s chef did, but the pastry was delicious. It was a texture that was between bread and scone. It was crisp and soft. I knew that they were two opposite words, but they fused perfectly at this moment. Perhaps it was just like how I felt about Michael, love and hate.

The sugar in the food brought joy to my brain and made me more clear-headed.

I remembered the strange feeling that came at me just now. I was separated from Michael by something.

I’d never heard of such a thing. Michael and I acknowledged each other’s identities and marked each other, which meant that the relationship between Michael and me was unbreakable.

For this reason, I chose to be with Michael because I knew we would not be separated. That was why whenever I was faced with a problem, I would always solve the problem with Michael. It was my only choice, no matter what the problem was.

However, if this connection could be cut off…

I knew that mate could reject the other person and cut off the connection when they weren’t marked, but I was not very clear about what would happen to the mark if they were to break off after being marked.

I’d heard of a situation where the mark would also lose its effectiveness, but both sides would have to pay a huge price.

Maybe I could put aside the problem with Michael for the time being and figure this out first.

I didn’t want to lose Michael and was not willing to take any risks, even if there was only the slightest possibility.

Just as I was about to leave the room, I was stopped by two unfamiliar soldiers.

“What are you guys doing?” I asked, puzzled.

“Your Highness, do you need any help?” one of them said. Although his tone was very polite, his actions were forceful as he blocked my way.

“I just want to go out for a walk.” I wanted to go around him and walk to the other side, but he unexpectedly took a step forward and blocked my way again.

“Are you blocking my way on purpose?” I asked, frowning.

“I do not dare to, Your Highness.” He bowed to me respectfully and said, “It’s just that I’ve been ordered to protect your safety, so I need to know your schedule.”

“I’m just going to the nearby garden for a walk,” I said perfunctorily,

“Yes, I know.” The guard smiled.

“Can you let me leave now?” I said impatiently.

“I’m afraid not, Your Highness,” the guard said.

“What?”

“Please go back to your room first. Someone will escort you to the garden in a while.”

It was only then that I realized what had happened. It was indeed Michael’s style. I did not wrong him at all. He did not change at all. He was lying to me when he said that he respected equality. Would he still think that it was his tolerance and indulgence for me?

“What if I want to go now?” I asked, my eyes narrowed.

The other person’s expression didn’t change, but I noticed that the other guard had already whispered a few words into the walkie-talkie and then stood silently behind me.

“We’re just trying to protect your safety. Please don’t make things difficult for us.”

“Protect? This is house arrest, isn’t it?” I sneered. “Who told you to do this? Michael?”

The guard remained silent as if it was a tacit agreement.

“Great. I don’t want to go out anymore. You guys can stay here.”

I turned around and went back to my room. I saw the breakfast on the table and threw it to the ground.

Michael had overstepped the boundary! He knew that I hated this the most. He promised me that he would never do this again. What was this now? Were his previous promises all b*llshit?

I lay on our bed and felt our combined aura everywhere.

A few days ago, when Michael wasn’t around, this aura could give me great comfort, but now, this aura only reminded me of what kind of b*stardly things he had done to me.

But Michael forgot one thing. I was not the same person anymore. I was not as fragile, helpless, and at his mercy as before.