The Alpha King’s Fated Scarred Mate

Chapter 50 er 50

Ann POV

I blinked to see if I had heard him correctly or if I was having hallucinations.

Will he marry me in exchange for giving up his desire for the throne?

I shook my head and pinched my thighs really hard. He leaned in closer to inhale my scents and warned me not to let him touch me.

When he says “him”? Is he referring to Jayden?

I quickly covered my mouth to keep my scream from piercing the air for fear that someone would recognize me.

“Does this imply he has a hit on me?” I shook my head. It cannot be true.

There is something up his sleeve; otherwise, why would a royal prince give up his ambition for the throne just to mate and claim me.

I dashed down the stairs, hurrying towards the manor so I would not be noticed missing.

When I arrived at the manor, I noticed the maids whispering among themselves and blushing. This made me want to learn more about the topic of their discussion.

As I got closer to them, one of them cleared her throat, and the rest remained silent, shooting me a murderous look.

I simply shrugged my shoulders at them. “It is fine,” I said, walking away from them but coming to a halt when my name was called.

“Ann,” said the shaky voice, making a hand gesture in the air.

It was one of the maids, trembling with a tray in her hand. I approached her, and she gave me a sober look while pouting her lips.

“Dear, please. She pleaded. “Could you assist me in taking this tea to Lady Jessica’s chamber?”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head in response to her request. “No.” I replied sharply, attempting to walk while she pulled me back.

“Please, I am begging you_”

“You have a hand, Roswell.” Why would you want me to take your job for you?” I responded with a roll of my eyes at her. My instincts told me not to trust her.

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“What? Do not you intend to assist me? What if have a hand? “The two princes are in there; I might embarrass myself when I see their faces.”She explained. “You understand how terrified I am of young Master, right?”

“You can give it to another maid to deliver; I am not interested in serving the princes.” I responded.

“Yes, Roselle,” Please give it to one of us. You don’t have to give the royal drinks to an ugly duckling like her. “Do you want the princes to choke on their drinks?” They mocked me, and I remained quiet.

“Give it to us, Roselle.” One of them tried to take the tray from Roselle’s grip, but Roswell kicked her leg and gave her a murderous look.

“How dare you try to touch the royal drinks?” Do you intend on poisoning it?

The girl shrieked and hurried away.

Roswell was notable for her intimidating physique, confident demeanor, and masculine deep voice.

She fought multiple times without being defeated once. She was feared by the maids, but I do not understand why she is attracted to me.

What if I take the tray from her and deliver it, and the tea is bad? Then I will take the blame, correct?

As I was about to say something, sugar rushed forward and took the tray from Roselle. She winked at Roselle and said, “Do not worry, she will get it to them.”

“What?” My eyes rolled in response to Sugar’s words.

“Like, seriously?” I cocked my shoulders at her.

She ignored my deadpan expression and shoved the tray into my hands. She gestured with her head at me.

“Go ahead and deliver. Lady Jessica is waiting; you know how impatient she is, especially with a guest.”

“Guest?” I chuckled and walked away with the tray in my hand.

I knocked on the door before it opened, and on sauntering in, me and Jace’s gazes became locked. I hurriedly darted my gaze away from him, my heart racing under my chest.

“Goddess! I do not have to embarrass myself today. “Please, not now.” I cried inwardly, my palms sweating.

I quickly bowed and dropped the tray on the table. I turned to walk away when Jayden called my attention back.

“Is not it your job as a maid to serve us drinks? “Are you disabled?” He blurted, sounding rude.

I looked at Jace’s expression through the corner of my eyes when Jayden said those words, but it was inexplicable.

“I apologize, young Master.” I replied, bowing.

I walked up to the table and served the drink; as I was about to hand Lady Jessica her cup, she grabbed it from me and splashed it on my face.

“Can not you get down on your knees, bloody maid from Moon Pack? Have you forgotten the maid’s etiquette?” She inquired in a sharp tone.

I wracked my brain, trying to remember when we had to kneel to serve our master, but I could not recall.

“Are you deaf or dumb to understand my mother’s correction?” Jayden yelled at me, and tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

“I apologize,” I said, getting down on my knees to serve them the drink.

“This tea tastes great.” Lady Jessica vomited, staring at me, as Jace spoke.

“I mentioned lemon tea. Why did you have to bring the lime? “Do you want to kill me?” She brawled, swinging the teacup at me.

It hits harder on my face that I fell with my butt. We were not allowed to dodge when our master was about to stone us with anything, harmful or harmless.

“Mother, she was not even the girl assigned to make this tea. I am sure she heard about Jace and persuaded the other maid to give her the tea so she could serve us. Jayden spoke, and I nearly burst into tears.

He turned to Jace to read his facial expressions. “Isn’t it Jace? You were even trying to shield her when you just drink the tea. You said it tasted great, but it was extremely sour.” He dropped his teacup to the table. “Did not you have a hit on her?”

Jayden grimaced. “She is not to my taste. Are you trying to allow me to claim her?”

“Are you certain, Jace, that you are not into her?” Jayden inquired as he lifted his teacup once more.

“No.” Jace shook his head.

Jayden quickly emptied the tea on my face and smashed the teacup on my head. I knelt still, unflinching from whatever was being done to me.

“Why did you accept the job that was not yours? Were you the one I told to bring tea for us?”

When I heard that question, my heart rate increased. I am left stranded on the bridge between telling the truth and not.

If I tell the truth, I will get both Sugar and Roselle punished. But what happens if I lie and Roselle refuses to cooperate?

“Roselle asked me to bring the tea here.”

“Liar, or you begged her.” Jayden spoke.

“There is no need for this argument.” Lady Jessica said and summoned her personal maid. “Please call Roswell for me.”