Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 420: Regret Always Comes Later

Aimee and Dylan started having lunch together, studying together, and playing together. Until finally, Aimee also told him the original reason for entering the academy. They empathized with each other’s situation and made their friendship even more inseparable.

However, Dylan only went to school for two years. He had to follow his father, who was a businessman, to move to another kingdom. Now, when he had become a businessman too, Dylan chose to return to his homeland.

He met a noblewoman and fell in love at first sight. After several dates, Dylan confessed his feelings, and she accepted his proposal. However, who would have thought the next day when his heart was still blooming with flowers had to be broken when the girl insulted him in front of people?

"This is very painful. I can’t imagine you having to go through something like this ten years ago."

"Isn’t it? I am a strong woman, am I? I made it through those awful memories."

"And now you’re skinny! Do I have to take care of my body, too?" Dylan asked, looking up at Northendell’s grey sky.

"Dylan, you are a good person. No matter how you look, you are the one who understands my suffering at that time. I hope... if you want to change, then do it for yourself."

Dylan nodded in understanding.

"Oh, Aimee. You were with Admiral Lazarus earlier. Have you forgiven him for rejecting and humiliating you in public?" Dylan asked curiously.

Aimee shook her head. "That man... after what he did to me ten years ago. He easily forgot about it. I was so depressed that I didn’t want to see anyone."

"Did you still like him?" Dylan asked, seeing the look on Aimee’s face that suddenly changed.

Lazarus gritted his jaws. He didn’t know what Aimee’s last answer was. His hand gripped the sword tightly. It wasn’t that he was angry with Dylan. He ... had been reminded of his unforgivable sin.

Lazarus finally remembered it... and he was too embarrassed to apologize now.

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Aimee looked at Dylan with pity. The pain of being called fat and being rejected in front of people because of fat were totally two different things.

The first one did hurt, but Aimee and Dylan couldn’t do anything considering that was the truth. Their bodies were indeed fat. However, for the second... There was anger, disappointment and shame, a feeling that was hard to explain.

"What are you going to do after this?" Aimee asked Dylan, who was still feeling down.

"I don’t know. I came back to Northendell because I wanted to do my business here. Maybe it’s better to be on my own first and focus on my works."

"Oh, really? What kind of business are you doing?" Aimee asked, trying to distract Dylan from what had happened. She didn’t want her friend to be sad like she used to be.

"Clothes. Also, accommodating some small traders to trade their wares to other places outside the kingdom."

"Wow, that sounds cool. I know you’ve always had a passion for commerce. In our freshman year, we once sold exam answers. You remember that?"

The dejected Dylan suddenly burst out laughing while nodding his head. "Right! We are only needed before the exam! Ah... it feels like I want to go back in time and finish school with you until graduation."

"That would be fun," Aimee replied while imagining herself and Dylan graduating together and achieving their dreams.

"What about your goals? You work in the palace, right? Don’t you want to be a teacher?" Dylan asked.

"Ah.. that’s.. quite a long story. How about we find a restaurant nearby to talk?"

"Good idea. I also don’t want to go back home for now."

"Okay!"

Lazarus stood up from where he was sitting and walked slowly towards the chapel door. He waited for Aimee and Dylan to come out. He didn’t know what to do.

Lazarus was too embarrassed to meet the two of them, but Princess Arielle had entrusted him with the task of keeping Aimee safe until the girl returned to the palace.

Lazarus was too embarrassed to face Aimee again because he had forgotten a very fatal mistake. Maybe at that time, he just meant to be joking because Aimee’s friends were there. Lazarus thought to joke around by teasing Aimee in front of them, but Aimee took what he did seriously.

Hell... What was he thinking? Aimee was only eight years old at the time!

Who would have thought that Aimee had a crush on him while he was an adult? Of course, Lazarus would think it as a child’s joke. He did not expect his words to become a grudge for ten years.

If he could go back in time, Lazarus wanted to reject Aimee in the right way. Indeed, regret always came at the end.

Aimee’s and Dylan’s voices were faintly heard. Aimee emerged from the path, walking side by side with Dylan, who looked much better than before. Lazarus brought his body away from the wall, and Aimee noticed the man’s presence.

"What is it? Didn’t I have the princess’ permission to come back late?" Aimee asked.

"Yes, but Princess Arielle wants me to take care of you," Lazarus replied.

Aimee stared at Lazarus for a while to make sure the man was telling the truth. Lazarus averted his gaze as he still felt guilty. Aimee no longer responded. She led Dylan to walk with her again while talking about their first year of school and some of the teachers.

Dylan felt awkward about this situation. Aimee clearly ignored the royal admiral. When his eyes met Lazarus’, Dylan could only lower his head briefly to greet the man. Dylan asked Aimee to get on his carriage, and Lazarus hurriedly got on his horse to follow them.

Dylan’s carriage stopped at a restaurant. Lazarus could only see Dylan holding Aimee’s hand, helping the girl get off the carriage.

"Thank you," said Aimee, to which Dylan replied with a faint smile. The two of them entered the restaurant, leaving Lazarus standing alone while holding the reins of his horse.

After thinking about it for a while, Lazarus decided not to come in and sat alone outside, waiting for Aimee. If he entered, Lazarus would only be ignored by Aimee and her friend. Besides, Lazarus did not bring money to buy food to pass the time.

Lazarus was annoyed, but he didn’t know who he was annoyed with. What Lazarus was feeling right now was really hard to describe. He didn’t like the closeness of Aimee and Dylan.

Dylan was like a stranger who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and got close to Aimee easily. Whereas, Lazarus took a long time to be able to talk normally with Aimee without fighting.

Lazarus knows it was his fault, but it was still hard and he didn’t like it.

Two women walked past him, giggling shyly. If Aimee wasn’t there, maybe Lazarus would use his charisma and take them into a restaurant, asking them to pay for his food. Lazarus was silent for a moment, pondering what he had just thought. No-no... even if Aimee wasn’t there, Lazarus shouldn’t have done that.

Argh... Lazarus wanted to scream in frustration because he just realized how bad he actually was. Was it because of the blow from Ronan yesterday that his brain could function normally now?

Dylan ordered a snack for himself and Aimee. He looked at the glass window that showed the admiral leaning against a light pole while holding the reins of his horse.

"Aimee, are you sure you don’t want to invite Sir Lazarus to come in?" asked Dylan, who couldn’t bear to see the man alone out there. The snow continued to fall heavily, and there seemed to be no sign of stopping.

"You don’t have to think about him. He’s a grown man. If Lazarus wanted it, he would certainly come inside. It is his own wish for waiting out there," Aimee replied.

"Oh, I see ...."