Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 419: Meet Dylan, Aimee’s Friend!

The princess’ carriage had been prepared. However, just when Aimee was about to go up after Arielle, a fat man with glasses and a girl called out to her.

"Aimee? Are you Aimee?" The man’s call made Aimee look back.

"Oh, Dylan?" Aimee got down again and ran towards the fat man.

"Are you Aimee? For real?"

"Oh, my gosh Dylan! Long time no see!!!" shouted Aimee, grabbing the hand of the man named Dylan.

Arielle, Kael, and Lazarus were curious as they looked at the fat man from head to toe. Lazarus got back down from his horse and drew closer to Aimee.

The girl who realized Lazarus’ presence recognized the man as the gallant Admiral of Northendell. She fixed his hair, putting it behind her ear so Lazarus could see her face clearly.

The girl often heard rumors that the admiral liked beautiful women, and she wanted to try her luck. She blinked her eyes gracefully and pretended to blush.

"I saw you earlier. It’s just that I was a little hesitant because you are so different now."

"I’m still the same Aimee, though? What are you doing here?" Aimee asked. She just realized there was another girl beside Dylan. Her eyes glanced at their intertwined hands and smiled.

"Oh... you guys want to get married, huh? You’re just about to register your marriage, right?" Aimee asked, teasing Dylan. Then, the man blushed shyly.

"Yes."

"No," replied Dylan and the woman at the same time.

"Huh?" Aimee frowned, as did Dylan, who suddenly released their intertwined hands.

The girl was still staring at Lazarus, who was watching Dylan from head to toe. Meanwhile, Lazarus frowned at the sight of Aimee’s hand that was so casually holding the man’s right shoulder.

"Who is he, Aimee?" Lazarus asked.

"Dylan, my friend at the academy."

"Only two years because after that I didn’t go to school," Dyan added while scratching his hair, feeling awkward.

Lazarus then turned to the girl beside the man.

"Good afternoon, Lord Lazarus," the girl greeted in a sweet voice.

"You’re his wife?" Lazarus asked .

"No! I’m still single," she replied shyly.

Dylan clenched his jaws and looked Lazarus straight in the eye. Is this because of a handsome man standing in front of them?

"She’s my future wife. I’m here to consult for our marriage," said Dylan trying to made his girlfriend came back to earth!

"No! I never said I would marry you!" said the girl disapprovingly.

"But, you said last night you wanted to be my wife?"

Aimee feel so awkward right now. She intended to back off until a sentence came out from that woman’s lips....

"Are you crazy? Which girl would want to marry a fat man like you?!"

The girl’s answer was like a hard slap to Dylan and Aimee at the same time. Aimee took one step to approach the girl. Her hands were clenched hard. Dylan already knew what Aimee had gone through before she went to academy, so he didn’t want Aimee to hurt his fiancée.

Dylan held Aimee’s shoulder.

"I’m fine," he said, making Aimee sigh in frustration.

Aimee raised her index finger to give the girl a warning. "You have made a big mistake. Dylan is a nice man, but you just-"

"Aimee, it is okay."

Aimee pulled Dylan’s hand away. She came over to the princess’s carriage. Meanwhile, Arielle had seen the fight just now.

"Your Highness. I’m asking your permission to come back late today."

Before Arielle could say anything, Aimee left the carriage while dragging Dylan, who was walking with his head down. Lazarus wanted to catch up with Aimee, but Arielle grabbed his arm.

"Lazarus, let them be. I’m back with Kael first. You wait for Aimee here, but please don’t disturb them. Give her some time."

Lazarus nodded in understanding. Kael actually wanted to convey his objection. Aimee was his sister. Princess Arielle should have told him to wait for Aimee instead of Lazarus. However, Kael couldn’t convey that. He just nodded, following the princess’ orders to bring her back safely back to the palace.

The girl who was with Dylan earlier was silent. She gripped her hand, which was shaking in fear from Aimee’s intimidation. Lazarus gave the girl a strange look. For some reason, Lazarus didn’t want to comfort that grieving girl.

Usually, whenever he saw a sad woman, Lazarus would quickly embrace them and give them sweet words so that the woman would stop being sad.

However, this time, it was different...

Lazarus followed them. He entered the chapel, then checked the windows one by one, where Aimee had brought the man. He arrived at a window near the backyard door. Lazarus could hear Aimee and Dylan’s voices quite loudly. It seemed that the two of them were also leaning against the wall.

If Dylan did something strange to Aimee, Lazarus could quickly grab the man’s collar from the window. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"She’s my fiancée. We are here to talk to her father, who is a priest in this chapel. Last night, I proposed to her, and she accepted me. His father had also approved of our relationship. Honestly, I am really hurt because she lied in front of people."

Aimee held Dylan’s shoulder, who was dropping dejectedly. "I know how you feel, Dylan. The same thing happened to me ten years ago."

"Yeah, you have already told me. That’s why I held you back. I’m afraid you beat her like you beat Admiral Lazarus."

Aimee chuckled.

"You are right. If you didn’t stop me, I might have broken her neck," Aimee replied, making Dylan take a deep breath.

"I thought she really loves me." Dylan looked at his big hands. "Does the fate of fat people like us have to be publicly humiliated first?"

"Dylan, if you need a friend to talk to, I’ll be there for you. Just like you did ten years ago, listening to my story while I was sobbing pitifully."

Aimee and Dylan were friends who met at the academy. Both of them had much fatter bodies than most of the other students. Seeing the similarities made Aimee and Dylan become friends.

Before entering the academy, they received the same treatment. People made fun of them just because they were fat.