The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Ignoring Each Other

(Third Person).

Dinner was unusually quiet.

The long dining hall, always filled with soft clinks of silverware and low conversation, now carried a tension that pressed like fog against every wall.

The candle flames wavered slightly, their glow doing little to soften the invisible ice layering the atmosphere.

Draven sat at the head of the table, as always, regal and unreadable. Meredith was on his right, yet he didn’t spare her a single glance.

Not a word. Not even the simple courtesy of placing food on her plate, as he usually did since the new sitting arrangement.

His jaw was set, his eyes fixed on his meal, and the cold air between them was sharper than any blade.

Meredith sat rigid, her shoulders squared in false calm. But her knuckles, wrapped tightly around her utensils, betrayed her composure.

She hadn’t touched much of her food, and she didn’t need anyone to guess why. Draven’s silence was louder than shouting.

Everyone noticed.

Dennis drank from his water glass, casting uncertain glances between the pair. His lips twitched, like he wanted to say something but thought better of it.

Even Jeffery looked up from his plate more than once, his gaze flitting between them in quiet contemplation.

And Wanda? Wanda was having the time of her life.

She kept her head slightly bowed over her meal, lips pressed into a tight line of feigned politeness, but her eyes sparkled with satisfaction. Her inner joy bubbled just beneath the surface.

’What a glorious evening,’ she mused internally, stabbing her roasted meat with a little more enthusiasm than necessary.

Not only had she delivered bruises and humiliation to Meredith earlier that morning—legally and publicly—but now, she had succeeded in driving a wedge between her and Draven.

She didn’t even need to do anything more. The damage was unfolding like a well-written play.

And Wanda? She was simply the audience, admiring her own performance.

’Why didn’t I think of this earlier?’ she thought, lifting her wine glass to sip delicately.

If she had known that she could use this method to kill two birds, she would have employed more tactics earlier than this.

She had aimed just to teach Meredith a big lesson, but she had ended up doing something much more important than that.

Across the table, Dennis finally couldn’t bear the awkward silence any longer. He leaned subtly towards Meredith, his voice low enough for only her ears.

"Did you... fight with my brother?"

Meredith’s eyes didn’t leave her plate. "I’m a peacemaker," she said flatly, her tone clipped with restrained fury.

That was when Draven snorted, loud and sharp.

Obviously, he didn’t know when that reaction slipped from him, given the way his cutlery briefly paused the meat searing, before continuing.

Draven’s snort sound was like a stone dropped into still water—it sent ripples across the entire table.

Every eye turned to him. Servants paused in their steps. Jeffery’s brow rose slightly. And Dennis stiffened, his gaze shifting from Draven to Meredith with a sinking feeling in his chest.

Meredith slowly turned her head to glare at her husband, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

"Am I lying?"

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