《Loved By A Vampire King》Chapter 330 - Confrontation Between Sisters!
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*** DIXON PALACE, BASARISK ***
Jessie couldn't stop herself from devouring everything what was offered on the table. She was hungry ever since she returned last night and went to rest tiredly. Isabella watched her younger sister with a helpless smile and was going to ask about the incident that happened last night. When she opened her mouth to speak, Siemus was seen coming through the stairs. She was bored inside the room without having Ayra around and got down to eat something.
Isabella dismissed the thought of interrogating her sister and waved at her with a smile,
" Aunty! Where are you heading for? Come over here to have breakfast! "
Siemus returned her a short smile and was relieved that she didn't need to ask someone for food. She was completely new and outsiders in this palace. It wasn't so polite to look for food on her own. Siemus made her way to the table and then felt a pair of sharp eyes on her.
Jessie snapped her head back to look at Siemus and scoffed arrogantly. With a mouthful food, she mumbled to Isabella with a deep frown,
" When did we started to have breakfast with servant?"
Isabella shot her a death glare instantly. Jessie was becoming to blatant with her behavior which was getting out of her character sometimes. Siemus didn't miss the bickering words of Jessie. She paused in her track abruptly and was slightly hurt. A surge of pained emotions flashed across her expression. She didn't head forward any longer and faked a polite smile,
" I think, I will join later, Princess. Please enjoy your meal."
Siemus left after speaking and didn't wait any longer. If she wished to fight back Jessie, she could have done easily. But she had to remind that they were no longer in Dalastia and these people were in-laws of Ayra.
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Isabella slammed on the table furiously when Siemus left without touching the food,
" Jessie!! You are becoming too embarrassing with your words! We never behave with guest like you did."
Jessie had no impact of her words. She was still munching her food and replied with a shrug,
" So? I just confessed the truth. Why did she have to be so prideful? "
This time, Isabella lost her temper. Her chest heavied up and down in rage. Her words bounced against the wall coldly,
" Get out of here! Leave the food! You are no longer allowed to eat here! "
Jessie's face darkened. She raised one of her eyebrows disbelievingly and uttered with shock,
" Excuse me? I am a member of this familiy and not a filthy servant like her."
Isabella's face drowned further in anger when Jessie boasted her own status in front of her. The situation between sisters heated up. Isabella's eyes glowed in anger as she spoke with authority,
" And I am the eldest Princess of this kingdom. If I am asking you to leave, you are bound to leave. This is high time that I teach you some lesson. This palace runs with my rules. So get out now!"
Jessie didn't stay any longer. She stood up from kicking the table out of rage unknowingly. Isabella who was distracted by her rage didn't notice the table coming in. Her big bump got hurt by the corner of table and a low hiss sound leaked out from her lips.
Jessie didn't utter anymore words nor did she looked back. She walked out of the palace directly in an intention of not coming back anymore.
Isabella stared at her back blankly. A pain shot through from her stomach as she whimpered softly. At the same time, a guilt aroused from her heart when she looked down at Jessie's leftover food.
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Meanwhile, Siemus walked out of the palace with her empty stomach. She was sad and hurt. In her entire life of slavatory, no one had ever treated her so rudely like Jessie. Even Athena always gave her more respect than she deserved probably.
She left the hallway and walked on the open corridor which was leaded to the garden. Leaning against the wall, she breathed few times to suppress her anger and kept staring at the blank space in front.
A low whistle started to approach her from back when she didn't pay attention. Frenchies appeared on her side and leant against the opposite wall right after her. His fists were shoved inside his loose jeans and a playful smirk was hanging on his lips smugly.
He took the initiative to speak when Siemus didn't speak or gave him a look,
" Oldie is eyeing on its prey! Hmm! What are you thinking about hunting? A little rabit or squirrel?"
Siemus was jerked out from her thoughts after hearing his tone. A look of annoyance flashed across her face as she replied irritatedly,
" Go away! "
The persistent Frenchies didn't move an inch and was rather eager to get on her nerves. He teased further looking at the running rabits across the garden,
" Mmm? None of it? Then are you thinking about eating a dead rat or something like dead housebat? Which one?"
Siemus sighed helplessly rubbing her aching temples. This man was seriously born to annoy her to death. She gave him a slide glance and answered with a growl,
" A dead cat! I am thinking about eating a dead cat! Interested to join in my eating list?"
Frenchies's expression grimaced terribly. After regaining his human form, he almost forgot that he was a black cat who always trailed his master naggingly. Siemus enjoyed the defeated expression of his face. She spoke crossing her arms together amusingly,
" Mmm? Though you aren't very chubby, I assume that you have a good amount of flesh in your skin. Why don't you register your name in my food list?"
Frenchis glared hard at her laughing face. He gritted his teeth together and parted his lips to growl lowly,
" Oldie..You...."
" Aaaahhhh! ", a shrill cry came out from the distant hallway. They both before looking at each others face knowingly.
Both of them exclaimed out worryingly before rushing towards the hallway,
" Princess! "
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