Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 400: Ask For A Favor

"Princess, today we have an appointment with Miss Dressrosa to do basic dress fittings for your wedding," Aimee interrupted, trying to remind Arielle about her schedule because it was indeed Aimee’s job.

"Just five minutes!" Lazarus cut off Aimee’s words. He didn’t want to back off.

Arielle looked at Aimee and Lazarus alternately. She didn’t know who to listen to, Lazarus held his left hand as well as Aimee who tried to forbid Arielle to listen to Lazarus.

Before being pulled by two people at once, Arielle released both of her hands from Lazarus and Aimee’s entanglement at once. She looked at the clock on the wall and it seemed there was still time before Miss Dressrosa arrived.

She touched Aimee’s hand briefly. "Just five minutes. I’ll talk to Lazarus for a bit."

Lazarus bit his lower lip to stop himself from smiling because the princess was on his side. Aimee glanced at Lazarus sharply, then chose to wait outside the hall. After Aimee left the hall, Lazarus invited Arielle to sit on one of the benches.

"Hehe, thanks for defending me, Your Highness," said Lazarus with a wide smile.

Arielle smiled, feeling happy by Lazarus’ cheerful smile.

"I’m not defending anyone. I just want to hear what you have to say. There’s still some time left before I meet Miss Dressrosa," Arielle said, making Lazarus silent.

"Oh... Miss Dressrosa... She is a punctual person."

"You know her?" asked Arielle.

"Hm-hm, Miss Dressrosa was the one who designed my father’s wedding dress when he remarried," Lazarus replied, not too excited.

Arielle just nodded because she didn’t want to prolong their conversation about Miss Dressrosa. She just silently waited for Lazarus to convey what he wanted to say. Lazarus cleared his throat for a moment.

"Your Highness, regarding Aimee..."

Arielle had already guessed that Lazarus was going to talk about Aimee.

"Yes? What’s wrong with Aimee?" asked Arielle.

"Yesterday afternoon, I tried to apologize to her for all the things I had done in the previous days as well as in the past. I had sincerely apologized because now that I think about it, I am much older than Aimee, yet I acted like a child. Probably much worse than Sasha."

Arielle wanted to justify it, but she kept her mouth shut because she didn’t want to make Lazarus sad.

"I know what I did in the past must be very difficult to forgive."

"What did you do in the past?" Arielle asked, trying to test Lazarus’ memories.

"Er... I guess you already know that. Maybe... Ronan or Aimee have already told you about... my bad habit of calling little Aimee... fat."

"Oh, is that all?"

Lazarus nodded, and Arielle closed her mouth again. Lazarus covered his face with both of his palms. His breath sounded long, like he was really exhausted.

"Aimee used to be so adorable. Her cheeks were chubby with red hues. I don’t have a younger sister, so I’m very happy when I have Aimee. That’s why I teased her so much. I had treated Aimee like my own little sister."

Lazarus only had a few younger brothers, and they weren’t adorable at all. When he teased his brothers, they would beat Lazarus with a hard punch. Whereas, when Lazarus teased Aimee, Aimee just put on an annoyed face while puffing out her already chubby cheeks.

This made Lazarus tease Aimee more and more. Besides Aimee’s adorable face, Lazarus knew he wouldn’t be beaten by the girl.

That was why when Aimee hit him for the first time, Lazarus was so shocked that he couldn’t speak, allowing Aimee to keep hitting him until his face was battered and his hands were broken.

"I know I was wrong for constantly calling her fat. After Aimee hit me, I wanted to apologize, but Aimee had entered the academy. I didn’t have a chance to apologize. After that, I also started sailing, so I lost my chance to apologize again."

"Lazarus, if you regret what you did, then why did you still call her fat? Do you expect Aimee to be the same Aimee as ten years ago? It must be very painful for her."

Arielle still vividly remembered the fight between Aimee and Lazarus a few days ago. Lazarus clearly said Aimee was fat. Those words were very rude. Anyone would be offended if someone said that to them.

"I know...." Lazarus turned his face so that Arielle wouldn’t see the blush on his cheeks. "I was just too shocked, so I didn’t filter my words well. I didn’t expect Aimee to be so beautiful."

"All women are beautiful, Lazarus. You can’t judge someone by being beautiful or not. Then, if Aimee isn’t pretty, you won’t apologize?" Arielle asked in a sharp tone.

Lazarus turned his head in a panic. This was the first time he had heard Arielle’s sharp tone. For god’s sake, he would never want Arielle to get upset at him. That was the last thing he wanted.

"P-Princess, please don’t misunderstand... I didn’t mean it like that at all... It’s just... um..." Lazarus was getting more and more hesitant to tell the truth. "The day before I found out that she was Aimee, I had met her in the town. A-and I told Ronan that I fell in love at first sight with that mysterious girl who had pushed me away."

"Huh?"

"Actually, at that time... I was trying to cover up my awkwardness. I never imagined that I would ever like my friend’s sister, so I couldn’t accept what had happened. I used to think of Aimee as my own sister. It felt strange when I ended up liking her as a woman. It’s weird," Lazarus said at length, making Arielle speechless.

"You like Aimee?"

"Even before I knew she was Aimee. Now, I don’t know what I’m feeling. I still want to think of Aimee as my little sister, but my heart keeps beating strangely."

Arielle stared at the altar in front of her. Her head was blank right now. She couldn’t think straight. Neither did Lazarus, who was embarrassed because he had exposed his feelings.

"Lazarus?" Arielle called without looking at the man.

"Yes, Your Highness?" said Lazarus weakly, without any enthusiasm.

Lazarus and Arielle turned their heads at the same time, and they both looked at each other. "You know, you have a long list to apologize to Aimee. Just sincerely apologizing is certainly not enough."

"I know. That’s why I ask for your help in discussing this with Aimee. Please help me apologize to Aimee," Lazarus asked with pleading eyes.

Arielle immediately averted her gaze because if she continued to stare at his eyes, she would accidently tell him what Aimee had told her yesterday.

Arielle shook her head. "I’m sorry, Lazarus. I can’t help you with that. You have to do it yourself."

Lazarus shrugged his shoulders as if his spirit was floating somewhere. "What should I do? Aimee ignored my apology yesterday," he replied dejectedly.

"Are you sure you’ve realized all your mistakes?" Arielle asked.

"I think I have apologized for all my mistakes to Aimee yesterday."

The two of them kept their mouths shut until the door opened again. Aimee came to remind Arielle that it was time to meet Miss Dressrosa.

Arielle touched Lazarus’ hand gently.

"Think about it, Lazarus. Try to remember it. I will support you," Arielle said before standing up, leaving a confused Lazarus in his place.