A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 123: Let’s Go Eat

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

But now I was thinking about something else.

If that was the case, what Michael did to me wasn’t just a way to vent his anger but a way to help me. It was difficult for me to change my mind. What kind of race used sex to accelerate energy conversion? This was ridiculous.

“The way you guys turn werewolves into Lycans is so...”

I wanted to say lewd, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

Michael smiled and said, “Of course not.”

I thought about what happened between us and asked, “Then, what did you do to me?”

“Normally, as long as it’s a mate arranged by the Moon Goddess, the werewolf will slowly turn into a Lycan. As for when that would be, it has something to do with the Lycan’s strength and the relationship between them. “But sex is the fastest way to improve the relationship between two people. Many research also shows that this can effectively speed up the transformation process of werewolves to turn into Lycans,” Michael said.

“Many research?”

“I’m not the first Lycan to find a werewolf to be my mate. There are more Lycans with this experience. What’s so strange about this?” Michael said disapprovingly.

I was speechless for a moment.

“However, I also have the intention to punish you.” Michael smiled evilly. “I was indeed still angry with you at that time.”

I was utterly speechless.

......

In short, Michael took revenge for his vendetta, and I was his victim.

“Don’t make that expression. You were having a great time those days. You wrapped your legs around me every day and refused to let me go...”

“Shut up,” I said, glaring at Michael.

“Alright, now, do you want to eat something? I’ve been tied to the bed by you since I returned. I haven’t even had a bite to eat,” Michael said.

I lowered my head and touched my stomach. I looked up at the clock.

The time I had with Michael was too crazy. I realized that a few hours had passed. I didn’t even know where the afternoon hamburgers I had eaten with Kate had gone. I only felt that my stomach was empty.

It was probably not even dinner. It was supper.

“Okay, I’m hungry.” I agreed with Michael’s suggestion.

“Yet you keep talking here. I thought they had already fed you,” Michael muttered.

I was about to throw a fit at Michael’s endless flirtation when Michael got out of bed and found some clothes to put on. He stared at the torn servant’s outfit on the floor and said, “I don’t think you want to wear this to dinner.”

“Of course not!”

Michael grinned, took two clothes out of the closet, and handed them to me.

After having sex with Michael so many times, I no longer cared about changing in front of Michael and just took them and put them on.

“Did you ask the butler to bring the food up?” I asked.

“Well... I originally wanted us to go down and eat. But, if you prefer to stay here, I can ask someone to bring it up,” Michael said.

I widened my eyes and looked at Michael. He was also looking at me.

He didn’t seem to realize what he had said. There was a hint of confusion on his face. “Is there a problem, Cecily?”

This was the first time I had been allowed to leave the room in days.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest. “No,” I replied briskly. “I’ll go down and eat with you.”

I couldn’t wait to get out of bed. I wanted to get out of the room before Michael realized what was happening. Michael would have no reason to keep me here for the first time.

But I overestimated my strength. I almost fell to the ground when my legs touched the ground. Michael had held my legs up for most of the sex. I could not take any more force.

Michael reached out and caught me in time. He gave me a worried look and said, “Why don’t I ask the butler to bring the dinner up?”

“It’s okay. I can do it,” I replied firmly.

“Okay.” Michael reached out and put his arm around mine.

As we walked out of the room, I felt everything was so fresh and lovely. The air was fresher, the wallpaper patterns pleased the eye, and I carefully controlled my excitement because I didn’t want Michael to notice.

Michael and I walked down the stairs hand in hand, but as we walked down the hall, I noticed a different tension than usual.

Several people were standing in the hall, including Sasha and Samuel, who seemed to always live here. And then there was a blonde woman sitting on the living room sofa, holding a teacup in her hand. She was very elegant, a well-educated type.

Sasha looked a little embarrassed. Samuel still looked indifferent as he fiddled with his computer in the corner of the living room.