Novel Square
Chapter 115
Chapter 115
Daran wasn’t very hot on the idea of them going to the nightclub together. But Janet insisted. So he
agreed to do this eventually.
When the three of them got there, it was already near midnight and the nightclub was packed with
people who were in the rhythm of the bass-heavy music.
A crowd filled the dimly lit space, their bodies moving in sync with the beat. The air was thick with the
scent of perfume and sweat, the atmosphere electric.
Neon lights illuminated the dance floor, casting colorful shadows on the walls. The interior was sleek
and modern, with plush velvet booths and a gleaming bar that served an array of exotic cocktails.
They pushed through the crowd and searched for their target.
Janet eventually spotted Morgana sitting in a booth near the dancefloor with a bunch of her friends.
“She is there!”
Janet shouted into Kass’s ear, fighting with the loud music in the background, “You should go talk to
her!”
Kass shouted back, “What am I going to say? Ask her directly who the former King’s son is. She won’t
tell me!”
“Of course not. Go to her and talk to her. Win her trust first before asking all those questions. We don’t
need an answer tonight. But you have to make a move first.”
Kass stood stiffly on his spot, neon lights dancing on his handsome profile.
He still seemed relucent.
Janet let out a sigh internally and turned to Daran, “Can you get us a drink?”
Daran narrowed his eyes. Janet could tell that his patience was running out.
“Please?” she softened her tone and asked again. She really needed a few minutes alone with Kass.
“Fine.”
Daran gently squeezed her hand, “10 minutes. I will be at the bar.”
Then he walked away and disappeared into the hectic crowd.
Janet turned back to Kass, “Alright. Now you can talk. What is the holdback here? Why are you being
so reluctant? It is just talking to a girl. No big deal. You are very popular back in our pack. You can do
this.”
Kass raked his fingers through his hair. He looked edgy and frustrated.
“It is a big deal!” he groaned, “Morgana is our enemy! A fucking rogue! When I fled the rogue’s territory,
I swore to myself that I would never side with these bastards again…But if I do this now-if I recognize
her as my mate-who I am then? Am I a rogue? Or am I with you guys? It is all so very confusing…”
“Hey.”
Janet placed both of her hands on Kass’s shoulder and forced him to look at her.
“No matter who your mate is you will always be that decent righteous person that I
“No matter who your mate is, you will always be that decent, righteous person that I know Nothing will
change that,” she said.
Kass’s lips trembled slightly.
“And if you really hate her, you can reject her. That is always an option. But I still think that you should
give it a shot. Get to know her a little bit before you make the decision.”
“… You really think so?” Kass asked lowly.
Janet nodded with a smile, “Of course. And if you are really reluctant to do this, I won’t push you either.
We will find another approach. It is fine.”
Kass stared deep into her eyes. A wave of strong emotion, nearly sorrowful, surged up in his eyes.
“There is another reason…” he murmured, “…why I didn’t want to do this…”
Janet held her breath involuntarily.
She wanted to stop him from saying but it was already too late.
“I don’t like her. I love you!” Kass blurted out, “If I recognize her as my mate, it…it would mean the end
of us…I-I don’t want that…”
Janet’s tone turned soft, “There is no ‘us’ to begin with. We went through this already, Kass. I have no
feelings for you.”
Kass’s jaw tightened, “That is hurtful.’
“It is the truth. Anyway, if you don’t want to do this, I won’t force you-
“I will do it.”
Kass said abruptly, giving her a firm look, “But just so you know, I am doing this for you.”
He turned on his heels and went for Morgana directly.
Janet sighed internally. She didn’t know how to kill Kass’s nestling feelings for her. The only thing she
could do was to wait for that feeling to be worn out by time.
She turned around and headed towards the bar, looking for Daran. While she was coming through the
dancefloor, she bumped into a drunken man.
“Watch out!” the man roared at her..
“Sorry,” Janet apologized swiftly..
She wanted to leave. Yet the man grabbed her wrist and drew her close forcefully. “S-Sorry?” he
burped, his breath smelling like sour booze. “I don’t want your fucking apology…You-You are dancing
with me!”
He moved one hand down from Janet’s back towards her hips.
Janet slapped his hand away.
She stared at this man with a frown.
No, technically, it was not a man, but a teenage boy, roughly around 17 or 18 years
old.
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hair and deen-set blue
He was undeniably handsome and cute with his chestnut hair and deep-set blue eyes.
Yet his face was now flushed, and his eyes were glazed over with an unfocused, distant look.
Even his movements were unsteady, causing him to sway slightly as he stood. And most importantly,
Janet knew this boy.
She met him once at the banquet a couple of nights back.
He was General Danton’s foster son, Andre.
Yet judging by Andre’s current behavior, he didn’t have a damn clue about who she
was.
“C-Come, dance with me!”
Andre stuttered, lurching while dragging Janet back towards the dancefloor, “After we dance, I-I will
bring you back to my room and fucking bang you…”
Janet almost burst into laughter, “Are you even old enough to drink?”
Andre stared at her with rage-filled eyes, “You bet I am! Are you fucking
undermining me? If I say that I want to bring you back to my room, I WILL bring you back to my room!
Nobody here dares to stop me!”
Janet chuckled.
Probably because this boy was so young that she felt more amused than insulted.
“That is cute.’
She patted his cheeks and said in a perfunctory voice, “But I don’t have time for you tonight. Maybe
another day.”
She turned to leave.
But Andre grabbed her shoulder.
Then in a very rough manner, he started ripping off her clothes right in the middle of the dancefloor.
Janet widened her eyes in shock. Anger flared up in her chest almost immediately. What the fuck was
wrong with this boy?!
Without a second thought, she raised her hand and slapped harshly across his face.
SLAP!
Andre let out a sharp shriek and staggered back, “Y-You hit me!”
“You bitch! Do you know who the hell I am?!” Andre clenched his fists and roared, “Security! Security!”
The crowd dispersed rapidly. People all backed away from them and watched their quarrels from the
distance.
Just then, a tall figure appeared behind Andre’s back.
Andes
quarrels from the distance.
Just then, a tall figure appeared behind Andre’s back.
Yet the next second, Andre was spun around by a large hand, and he finally saw who was standing in
front of him.
It was Daran.
Andre narrowed his drunken eyes, trying hard to bring his eyes into focus, “Y-You…you are…”
Daran cast him a dark look. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
Then he raised a leg and kicked Andre’s chest!