Outcast: The Alpha King’s Beloved by Blue Tears
CHAPTER 18 RUMORS
Daniel’s POV:
I suffered from not being able to see Jennifer on the training ground for three days. On one hand, I wanted to see her; on the other hand, I worried that something bad had happened to her.
After today’s training, on my way back to the dormitory, I came across Barbara, the she-wolf who often picked on Jennifer. She was walking with a group of she-wolves, slandering Jennifer as usual.
“Oh my God! How injured did she get to rest for three days?”
“I think her injury was just an excuse. Jennifer must have tried every means to seduce the prince so that he would give her days off. Haven’t you noticed? Prince Anthony always seems to take her side.”
Their words were harsh, but I knew Jennifer well. She was not the kind of werewolf they were claiming her to be. I wanted to warn them against slandering others. But after hearing that Jennifer was injured, I wanted to go to see her first.
I asked the dorm manager for Jennifer’s room number, and then I dropped by my room to find some medicine, which I had prepared beforehand. I didn’t know what medicine she needed so I brought all of them with me.
I then went to Jennifer’s room. Her injury was more serious than I had thought. When I arrived, she struggled to get out of bed. She hopped on one foot like a one-legged sprite.
“Let me help you.” I put the medicine down so I could a*s*sist her.
“Thank you.” Her bright smile reminded me of sunflowers in the rain—slightly wilted but still standing upright.
She put one hand on my arm and let me help her transfer to a chair. Although Jennifer always performed well during the hand-to-hand combat portion of the training, she was actually really delicate. She seemed so fragile now that she was injured—the complete opposite of how she was on the training ground.
“By the way, I brought you some medicine.” I gestured toward the medicine that I had placed on her desk.
She smiled at me and replied, “Thank you, but I already have some.” Hearing this stopped me in my tracks.
Jennifer couldn’t have gone out because she was badly injured. Who had bought her medicine? Was it her friend, Skylar?
“Let me help you apply it then.” I picked up a bottle and was about to set on this task.
However, just when I crouched down, someone knocked on the door. I told Jennifer, “I’ll get it.”
I walked over to the door and opened it. I was stunned to see Prince Anthony standing on the other side.
Why was he here? Had those she-wolves been speaking the truth? That was impossible. Jennifer was not just beautiful, she was also the most excellent and kindest she-wolf that I have ever seen.
She was also my friend.
I decided that Anthony was just here to check on an injured trainee.
I saluted him respectfully. “Mr. Jones.”
Anthony coldly glanced at me before directing his gaze to the medicine in my hand. He stared at it for so long that my scalp tingled.
“Mr. Jones, are you here to talk to Jennifer?” I asked, biting the bullet.
He ignored my question and looked around the room.
“Leave us. And take your medicine with you,” he casually remarked.
“Yes, Mr. Jones.”
Everyone was expected to treat him with respect, and I was no exception. Jennifer once complained about Anthony being very strict. But in my opinion, he was only strict with her. Normally, he couldn’t be bothered to interact with others, just like what he was doing to me now.
But I had to listen to his orders so I took the medicine and saw myself out. Jennifer didn’t even try to ask me to stay. But before I left, she glanced at me as if in acknowledgement of my concern.
Anthony’s POV:
When I saw a man in Jennifer’s room, I wanted to pretend that I was on a tour of inspection of all the dorm rooms. But for some reason, I didn’t say anything.
It was Daniel again. If he had time to visit Jennifer, I should order Carson to increase his training starting tomorrow.
“Mr. Jones, what brings you here?” Jennifer asked.
I didn’t know why but I replied, “I was just passing by.”
After those words left my lips, I really wanted to take them back. After all, this was always my reason.
But then I noticed that Jennifer was smiling at me. She exposed my lie with a playful reply. “Every time you pass by, you bring medicine with you. Mr. Jones, you’re really different from others.”
I cleared my throat to hide my embarra*s*sment. Pretending to be calm, I ignored her taunt and walked further inside the room.
I was really worried about her because, in the first place, I was responsible for her injury. Moreover, I needed her in the future. Because of those reasons, I convinced myself that doing this much was fine.
“Come and sit down,” I told her in a surprisingly soft tone.
“Yes, Mr. Jones.” She hopped over with support.
“Lift up your trouser leg.”
She must have learned her lesson from last time because, today, she wore a loose pair of beige trousers and a black sweater, showing off her slender waist. If I could be honest, Jennifer was one in a million in terms of appearance and figure…
“Mr. Jones.” Jennifer’s voice pulled me from my trance. I realized that I was still holding a spray for treating her leg injury.
What was I thinking just now?
“Your wound is a little inflamed. It will take some time for that to completely heal.” I sprayed the medicine on her leg.
But her healing rate was faster than I had expected. She was no ordinary werewolf. I had seen her fall with my own eyes. At that time, her leg had been covered in blood and had clearly gotten fractured.
Jennifer was truly a rare she-wolf, one that was talented in all aspects. I was right to bring her to the training ground.
“You should stay in your room today. You should also refrain from walking around so that you can heal faster,” I told Jennifer after spraying the medicine.
“Thank you very much for coming to see me, Mr. Jones.” She stood and carefully hopped two steps to see me off.
When I stepped out of Jennifer’s room, my attendant was waiting for me with a long face.
“Mr. Jones, some werewolves have been spreading rumors about you and Miss Jennifer.” In a low voice, he told me every terrible thing he had heard.
When my gaze became frosty, he hesitated. He wondered if he should continue because the rumors really were concerning.
“Look into it,” I ordered. “Find out who started those rumors and drive them away.”