Chapter 898
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 898 The Children’s World
Beryl’s POV:
I waved my hand to bid my mother goodbye and turned on my heels to follow Arron to line up.
I garbled the cookies in my pocket and began to miss my mother even though we just parted. But I
drilled the thought in my mind that it was futile dwelling on unfounded longing when we would be
seeing each other soon.
My love for my mother was infinite, and no one could rece her in my heart.
Adding myself to the list as I lined up after Arron, none of us could have braced ourselves for parting
from our mothers at this moment.
It wouldn’t surprise me to know there were diverse beautiful and lovely children, each unique from one
another, in the capital city. Just thinking about how Mommy would actually fancy other children aside
from me and my brother was enough to crush my spirits. I shivered. Arron and I must keep an eye on
Mommy.
I faced forward and had myself on alert. I set my eyes up front and there I saw the leader of the team—
a plump she-wolf who was the picture of a kind one at that. I paid attention as she softly spoke, and it
was almost as if she was easy to fool.
I busied myself munching the cookies I got while scanning the area. Everyone was participating in the
game.
“Beryl, where are you?” The teacher moved her head from one side to the other as she tried to spot me
among the crowd.
I quickly swallowed the cookies and waved my hand before saying, “I’m here.”
“Come here and y hide and seek with us.” She waved at me with a soft smile.
There was a moment of hesitation as I looked at the cookies in my hands. After a while, I walked over
to where they were and decided to engage myself in the activity.
I wasn’t really fond of silly childish games like this—all the more did I despise ying with girls who
easily bawl. But at this instance, I could only sigh as I was left with no other choice. For Arron’s and my
n to work out just fine, I had to brush off the distaste that was burdening me as I f0rced myself
towards where most of them were.
Without an ounce of unwillingness on my face, I picked up the ball for them, which surprised the
teacher the most.
“Oh my God, Beryl! You’re unexpectedly sweet today,” the teacher mused, still darting at me a baffled
expression. She took out a handful of cand*ies from her pocket and handed them over to me. “Here, a
reward for you.”
I was tight-lipped when I reached for the cand*ies and shoved them all into my pockets. I was
somehow pleased with how things turned out; I got free snacks and I would love to share them with
Arronter.
The game went on with me managing to behave myself; I was able to stop myself from wincing at how
childish the others were.
Later, Arron couldn’t stand how I was conducting myself anymore. He came to remind me as stealthily
as he could that my acting was the worst and that if I were to continue doing so, it would only spawn
unnecessary suspicion.
I didn’t respond to him. Instead, I turned to look at the teachers, who, I just came to notice, were
shooting at me with disbelieving nces and were whispering to each other. Perhaps they, too, were
bewildered at how unusual I was acting today.
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My lips were pursed in a thin line. I shot a stare at the ball in my hand before throwing it into the bin,
just as the stout teacher turned her head to see it happening.
She helplessly shook her head on what she witnessed. Still, she grabbed another handful of cand*ies
for me. “Watch how you behave. If you’re not going to be a good sport, then you can rest in your
corner. You can wait for the dessertster.” Instead of being annoyed by how I suddenly returned to
myself, relief was evident on her rotund face.
That response rendered me tongue-tied. To say I was more speechless than them when I behaved
weirdly was an understatement! Still, I maintained an expressionless face as I walked to the resting
area, propped myself on a small stool, and began counting how many cand*ies I had in my pocket.
I let myself get absorbed in dividing the cand*ies evenly for Arron and me. When I counted to 15, I
noticed Arron walking towards me on my periphery.
I put half of the cand*ies into his pocket and told him cautiously, “Hide them well.”
Arron looked at his stuffed pocket and showed me a helpless expression when he lifted his head. “Did
Miss Sofie give them all to you?”
I nodded and threw a strawberry vored candy into my mouth.
“You haven’t told me why you stole Mommy’s phone yet,” Arron asked.
“I didn’t. It was in her pocket.” I crossed my legs and leaned back leisurely, as if challenging him to
question me more.
He scoffed at how smug I was. “I saw it. You stole Mommy’s phone while we were in the car. I don’t
know what you did, but you certainly did something to her phone.”
“Of course I did something important, my silly brother,” I murmured, raised my hand to adjust the small
buns sitting on my head, and straightened the strawberry hair band.