Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 53

Vivian

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "A trainer? Like, a martial arts teacher?"

"Yeah, basically," Oregon replied with a small smile. "I think it would be good for you to have the confidence of knowing you can defend yourself, even if you never actually need to. Plus, if you did need to use those skills, it would be good for you to know what to do."

I paused to consider his idea. "I think I would feel more empowered if I could defend myself. It's a great idea, I like it!"

"Good," he smiled and my face beamed.

Oregon coughed and sat on the bed next to me.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He briefly faced me. "How? What do you mean?" He asked.

"You suddenly started coughing. That's why I wondered if you were okay. I was worried thinking you caught the flu or something."

"Flu?" He scoffed. "I'm fine. Just a little dry throat, that's all. Thanks for asking."

I gave him a smile and he scratched the back of his head.

"Huh... By the way, I have never caught the flu before," he said, breaking the awkward silence between us.

"Okay then, I have heard you," I said and chuckled.

"Have you eaten?" he asked abruptly.

"No, not yet," I answered.

"Why? Are you not feeling hungry?" he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

"Well, I wasn't hungry then. I suddenly lost my appetite and the food turned cold," I admitted. "Moreover, I noticed I'm not a fan of cold meals, especially when I started getting the symptoms of my pregnancy," I said.

"Ah, I understand," he said, nodding his head. "But I'm wondering if you're hungry now?"

I laughed and patted my stomach. "Oh, this little one is always making me hungry!"

He smiled and took my hand. "Come on, let's go eat."

"The food is cold now, King Oregon," I said in a soft voice. "I can't eat it, even if I wanted to. I gave you my reasons before. I don't want to start vomiting. I could even get sick."

"Would you like me to ask the servants to prepare something else or reheat the food?" he asked. I pulled my hand away from his grasp.

"No, please!" I said, my voice louder than before. "It's fine. I'm fine. Let's just forget about it."

"Why?" he asked, a concerned look on his face.

I sighed heavily and ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. "The thought of bothering the servants who have been working so hard all day just to reheat some food I might not even want to eat is making me feel guilty," I said. "They would be so disappointed to find out I didn't even try the food."