Page 67 of His Sunshine Baby

“You mean she rejected you?”

“Yes,” he nods.

I can’t believe it. Who would be stupid enough to reject their fated mate? And someone like Nathaniel, to boot!

“Seriously?” I yell, annoyed. “She rejected her own fated mate? Who would be selfish enough to value money or whatever over that?”

“Elena, calm down. She had valid reasons, to be honest, and I don’t blame her.”

I’m so angry for him! How can he be so calm about this? I hate that woman to the core already. Am I blinded by something else? Probably, but you won’t hear me say it, no way. I can’t believe someone would willingly reject their own fated mate, it’s like our most sacred bond after the one we have with the Moon Goddess!

“Is she still here?” I ask a bit abruptly.

Nate seems surprised by my question.

“No, not that I know of. My brother banished her from our territories. I have no idea where she is nowadays. Last time I saw her, it was years ago, after we took over the Blood Moon clan.”

I clench my fist. Moon Goddess, if I meet that woman, I have no idea what I’ll do to her. How could she reject Nate?

“Hey, Elena.”

I turn to him, unable to hide my anger. He sighs.

“Stop with that grumpy face. I told you, it’s history.”

“Is it because of her? Your ‘no love’ rule?”

He hesitates for a second before he answers.

“Mostly, yes. But not only…”

I growl, still annoyed. And I’m even more annoyed that he seems forgiving of that woman.

“Elena, don’t sulk.”

“I’m not sulking.”

“Yes, you are.”

I sigh. He’s right, I really need to work on controlling my emotions a bit more… I’m so petty sometimes, I have to admit. I roll my eyes.

“Okay, I’m not angry. Let’s change subjects?”

“With pleasure.”

Indeed, in an attempt to help me change my mood, Nathaniel goes on to teach me some more French. It’s amusing, but I really can’t tell how much I will be able to remember by tomorrow.

We keep talking, and I keep eating pizza, until late into the night. I’m not that tired, so I eventually end up lazily laying down on the couch, watching TV blankly. Nathaniel is on his computer again, probably catching up on some work. My feet are on his lap, and he sometimes caresses my leg without thinking. We stay silent for a while, with only the downpour in the background. We lit a few candles earlier, so now the room smells like citrus.

I’m finally starting to feel a bit better.

“Elena?”

“Hm?”

“What if I financed it?”

I frown. What is he talking about? He puts down his computer to face me, one of his hands on my leg.

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