The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 460

Chapter 460: She Deserved to be Seen

[Third Person].

~Fellowes Residence~

The dining hall of the Fellowes residence was already set when Levi and Vivian arrived.

Silver platters steamed; fresh bread filled the air with warmth, and the servants stood in line along the walls, heads bowed.

Vivian walked gracefully beside her husband, her hands folded neatly in front of her. Levi, relaxed as usual, guided her to their seats on the long dining table’s right side.

The chair at the head of the table was empty.

Vivian glanced at it once, then lowered herself into her seat while Levi resumed his usual seat.

A moment later, steady footsteps approached.

Reginald Fellowes entered the hall, his face unreadable but commanding enough to straighten every servant’s spine.

Levi bowed his head slightly. "Father."

Vivian followed, offering a gentle, respectful greeting. "Good morning, Father."

Reginald nodded to both of them, then sat. But as he reached for his cutlery, his gaze drifted to his left. Wanda’s seat was empty.

His expression sharpened. "Where is Wanda?" he asked his son, his voice clipped.

Levi blinked once. "I haven’t seen her this morning."

Vivian added softly, "Perhaps she is still resting, Father. She did look tired yesterday."

Levi shook his head. "Wanda never sleeps in."

He said it plainly, not in annoyance, but as a simple truth. Wanda was many things, but lazy was not one of them.

Reginald’s jaw tightened. Before he could speak further, a servant stepped forward cautiously.

"My lord..." she bowed deeply, hands trembling slightly, "Miss Wanda stepped out about fifteen minutes ago."

Reginald’s head snapped in her direction. "Stepped out?" His voice dropped, slow and dangerous. "Where?"

The servant swallowed. "She... she did not say, my lord."

SLAM!

Reginald’s palm struck the table, rattling the cutlery.

Startled, Vivian instinctively leaned back. Levi exhaled sharply through his nose, his shoulders tensing as his father’s fury continued simmering like a storm confined within a small vessel.

"She leaves this house without informing a single soul?" Reginald said coldly. "Insolent girl!"

The servants kept their heads down, unmoving, as though silence would save them from the blowback.

Levi lifted his hands slightly, trying to diffuse the moment. "Father, Wanda may have had a reason."

Reginald cut him a look. "What reason justifies disrespect?"

Levi pressed his lips together, unable to counter that. Then his father jabbed a finger toward him.

"Call her. Now."

Levi released a long breath of resignation before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone.

Next, he stood from his chair and stepped aside to the corner of the room as the phone began to ring.

Reginald’s gaze stayed fixed on him, hard and unwavering. Vivian folded her hands in her lap, trying not to look anxious.

The entire room held its breath, waiting for Wanda to answer.

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Meanwhile, Wanda’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel as her phone vibrated in the cup holder.

She grabbed it, glanced at the screen, only to see Levi’s name. Her jaw clenched.

’Let him call. Let him worry. Let him wonder where I went.’ She thought to herself.

"Where are you? Father is asking for you."

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