met free Chapter 637: WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
Chapter 637: WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
Hildred forced himself to maintain a straight face. "Yes, I'm fine." He looked around at everyone seated at the table and quickly added, "I'm sorry, it's just that the food is so delicious I was eager to clear my palate with the tea a bit too quickly so I can eat more."
Though it was an obvious lie, Hildred delivered it with such conviction that it almost sounded like the truth. After all, he couldn't exactly admit that he'd nearly choked on his tea because he found Emmy's subtle jab at Wulf so amusing. He had to save some face for his general, after all.
Edmund poured him a cup of water, his expression sympathetic, as if he genuinely believed Hildred's explanation—the food was, after all, quite delicious. Hildred almost chuckled at Edmund's naivety; he was likely the only one at the table who fell for the lie. Even the Grimaldi kid was eyeing him as if he had just uttered something completely absurd.
Look, Wulf was also giving him his usual stinky eye.
Hildred shook his head and just drank the water Ed gave him. "Thank you, Ed."
He felt an urge to tease Ed a bit but knew this wasn't the time or place. Besides, with Wulf's recent string of blunders providing ample entertainment, he could be content with that and focus on enjoying the delicious breakfast. After all, nothing was quite as satisfying as savoring someone else's tea.
It didn't take long for Wulfric to register what Aster's mother meant by what she said. He might be lacking in some social cues, but he's not stupid. It's not hard to understand that Aster's mother was basically telling him that he's too old for Aster.
But he refused to accept it. How could he possibly be too old for Aster? He was only twelve years older than him! They were still in the same generation. If he were thirty or forty years older, then, sure, he could understand such a criticism.
Unfortunately, he couldn't voice his thoughts aloud; if he did, Aster's parents might just throw him out. So, he kept his silence, focusing on his meal while occasionally stealing glances at Aster.
Reas, however, wasn't particularly keen on going. But he couldn't just leave Astrid to manage not only their overly energetic cousin, but also the members of the Fenris Squad on his own. So, he reluctantly nodded at their father's request.
At the mention of a "tour," Nicol, who had initially seemed eager to follow his grandpa, dad, uncle, and aunt, immediately shifted his focus. His eyes lit up with excitement as he turned to his Brother Aster. "Let's go, Brother Aster!" he exclaimed eagerly.
Astrid chuckled and ruffled Nicol's hair. "Okay, let's go."
Wulfric felt a surge of excitement at the idea of a farm tour. Finally, he would have the chance to walk beside Aster—something he hadn't been able to do since they arrived at the house. If anyone could read his thoughts right now, they might think it had been years since he last stood next to Aster, when in reality, it had only been about an hour.
But before he could even take a step, a heavy arm landed on his shoulder. When he looked to the side, he saw Aster's father grinning at him.
"Where do you think you're going? You're staying right here," he said, a hint of challenge in his voice. "Don't you want to have a serious, man-to-man talk with me?"
Wulfric looked at Aster's father, who appeared to be smiling, but beneath that smile, he could sense a subtle bloodlust. Was it finally the time for him to get beat up?
Wulfric had no desire to get into a fight with Aster's father—or mother, for that matter. But he couldn't just refuse; if he did, would he still be a man? Besides, this could also serve as a testament to his feelings for Aster.
So, in the end, he could only nod and mumble a brief, "Okay."