Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 405: Lovers’ Quarrel I

"What does this mean?" Ronan shouted angrily, making Arielle who stood beside him shocked, as well as the guards on duty not far from there.

Lazarus froze in his place. He really wanted to take a shovel to dig his own grave right now. He had made a grave mistake. Lazarus had absolutely no intention of kicking a pile of snow to Arielle’s face.

He would rather die than do that on purpose. However, he was daydreaming earlier, so he wasn’t aware of his surroundings. He didn’t know that Ronan and Arielle would come out of the Blackthorn Palace.

"I’m fine... I’m fine," Arielle said in panic as she pulled Ronan’s body away from approaching Lazarus, who was still frozen in shock.

Ronan ignored Arielle. His fists clenched tightly. The next second, a hard fist landed on Lazarus’ face, causing him to fall to the ground.

Arielle screamed in surprise seeing Lazarus’ nose started to bleed with blood splattered all over the white snow.

"I told you I was fine!" Arielle shouted. He didn’t like Ronan’s reckless action.

Ronan was also surprised because Arielle shouted at him, reminding himself of the girl’s fear scream when he showed his wolf’s side for the first time. Arielle took out her handkerchief and helped Lazarus, who was groaning in pain on top of the snow.

She frowned. Arielle didn’t want to see the blood splatter on the white snow.

"Arielle, get up," said Ronan. He didn’t like Arielle showing her back to him. A few minutes ago, they chatted intimately, and instantly Lazarus ruined everything.

Arielle didn’t care about Ronan’s request. She chose to help Lazarus, who was still holding his face in pain, trying to get up.

Arielle turned to Ronan.

"Apologize to Lazarus," Arielle said, making Ronan frown.

"Huh? Did I hear it wrong?"

"I-I’m fine, Your Highness," Lazarus chimed in among the tension between Arielle and Ronan. Ronan raised his index finger in front of Lazarus’ face.

"Do. Not. Interfere," Ronan threatened him coldly. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Arielle took Ronan’s hand and pushed it away from Lazarus’s face. She didn’t understand what made the man so angry. It was just snow. And that won’t kill her. What would happen if Ronan found out that she jumped from the second floor and landed in a pile of snow? Would the man also slap the snow she fell in? Ridiculous!

Arielle was sure Lazarus had no intention of hurting her. Even earlier, when they were out of the Blackthorn Palace, Ronan pointed at Lazarus himself, who was walking towards them with blank eyes.

Ronan clearly said, "Look, Arielle. Lazarus is daydreaming. We’ll see what stupid things he does."

If Ronan knew Lazarus was daydreaming, then Ronan should have known that Lazarus did it by accident.

Arielle pulled Lazarus’ hand to wrap on her shoulder. Lazarus clearly refused, but Arielle pulled the man’s body to walk with her, leaving Ronan standing alone with a greater desire to make Lazarus battered.

He saw the two people who left him in anger. His hands were clenched tightly. Even the cold wind and snow couldn’t compete the coldness of Ronan’s heart right now.

"Your Highness... don’t do this... It will only make Ronan angry," said Lazarus in a pleading tone.

After accidentally kicking a pile of snow to Arielle’s face, his position as a living human was being threatened. And now, with Arielle leaving Ronan alone, it was certain that his execution would be carried out soon in public.

"Don’t talk too much! Your face must be really hurt right now!" Arielle said, and it made Lazarus close his mouth right away.

Indeed... his face hurt so much. However, for Lazarus, it was better than dying young with many mistakes in his life that he hadn’t fixed yet.

Arielle took Lazarus to the library. Aimee, who was on guard there, approached them because she was worried about the princess’ safety, because the girl stood too close to Lazarus.

However, when Arielle helped Lazarus sit on the sofa, Aimee stopped her steps, scrutinizing the man’s cheeks. They turned red, with blood coming out of his nose and the corners of his lips.

"Aimee, can you get me a first aid kit? You can ask Lucas for it," Arielle said.

"Yes, Your Highness," Aimee replied, and she immediately left the princess’ library. Then, she was surprised to find Ronan standing while leaning against the wall near the door.

"You don’t want to come in?" Aimee asked. Ronan clicked his tongue, then left the place. Aimee felt strange about this situation, but she brushed it off right now. She needed to get a first aid kit as ordered by the princess.

Arielle looked at the wound on Lazarus’ face with guilt.

"Your Highness, I’m really sorry for what happened earlier. I didn’t mean to hurt you at all," Lazarus said regretfully.

"I know. I watched you walk aimlessly. I know you didn’t notice someone in front of you, so you kicked that pile of snow."

"I’m so stupid. I’m really of no use. I promise, once your wedding is over, you will never see me again. I will return to sailing so everyone’s lives can be better."

Arielle touched Lazarus’ shoulder with concern. It seemed something had happened again to the man because he looked dispirited. Lazarus could sometimes be troublesome, but it didn’t mean she didn’t like Lazarus’s existence. Arielle was sad when Lazarus said that.

"Lazarus, it’s just snow. I wasn’t hurt at all. I’m more hurt by what you had just said."

Lazarus looked up with eyes starting to well up with tears. He looked away, then took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. He shouldn’t cry here. As a man, crying was something to be ashamed of.

... And Lazarus had embarrassed himself so many times, so it was okay to cry one more time, right?

"Please don’t tell Sasha that I’m crying," Lazarus said with a wet eyes.

Arielle covered her mouth in disbelief because Lazarus was crying like a child. She could only sit beside the man while patting his shoulder lightly so Lazarus would calm down. She hoped Lazarus could stop crying before Aimee arrived.

However, what Arielle expected didn’t happen. Aimee arrived with the first aid kit, along with a small water basin and a clean towel. She twitched at the crying Lazarus. Arielle received the things that Aimee had brought.