Chaos' Heir

Chapter 1029: Slap

Chapter 1029: Slap



Baoway's buildings were littered with cozy living rooms. Due to Khan's proclivity to indulge in rivers of booze quite often, they were also stuffed with refreshments and drinks, so Princess Rebecca only had to open a random door to enter one of those private areas.

Princess Rebecca let go of Khan at that point, only to occupy one of the many sofas. She made herself comfortable, warmly smiling while following Khan with her gaze. She seemed to wait for something, but Khan's inaction eventually forced her to speak.@@@@

"It's impolite to leave a Lady alone and dry, Nephew," Princess Rebecca scolded.

Khan snapped back to reality and proceeded to pour two drinks. The hall's many tables had no shortage of bottles and glasses, so he quickly delivered the booze to his Aunt before occupying a nearby couch.

"You can't just rely on your looks," Princess Rebecca criticized. "You need to be a gentleman, too."

Khan peeked at his Aunt from behind his drink. He already had a Fiancée. He was actually one step away from getting married. Khan didn't need good manners to catch women anymore. George would even complain if he got any better at that.

"Though, that crown does look good," Princess Rebecca continued. "It's definitely better than the previous."

Khan didn't reply and focused on his drink. His Aunt liked to tease him and play around, and he had never become good at dealing with her. Her motherly affection was his greatest weakness.

"Will you be fine?" Khan eventually asked.

"Always so serious," Princess Rebecca sighed. "What a waste of such a cute Nephew."

"Everything should be better once I leave," Khan announced, ignoring the comment. "But I'll return as soon as possible if anything happens."

Khan meant every word. The fear of the Empire's retaliation was bound to keep the Global Army in check, but greed could fuel the dumbest choices, and Khan had to be ready to intervene.

However, Princess Rebecca ignored his question, focusing on revelations hidden behind Khan's simple statement.

"Yes," Khan said, not hiding anything.

"Good," Princess Rebecca commented. "None of us enjoys seeing you suffer every night."

"Many don't know," Khan pointed out, showing a smirk that Princess Rebecca couldn't help but find sad.

"Damned Nephew," Princess Rebecca sighed. "Honestly, you are too good for your own good. It took you so long to decide to prioritize yourself."

"I've never been called good in my life," Khan chuckled. "And I was busy."

"Busy fixing a family that shunned you in every conceivable way before being forced to accept you," Princess Rebecca stated. "Busy creating a safe place for your friends. Busy building a home for Monica."

"I endured the nightmares for more than a decade," Khan declared. "What's another year or two?"

"It's everything in the eyes of those who love you," Princess Rebecca scolded before placing her half-full glass on the couch's armrest. "However, I guess you wouldn't be you otherwise. That's why I said you are too good."

"I'm not good," Khan corrected. "I just value my suffering less than others'."

Princess Rebecca studied Khan, who in turn inspected his second drink. He looked empty but strangely at peace, as if he had accepted a fundamental truth about his life.

Needless to say, that sight made Princess Rebecca livid.

Khan lifted his gaze in time to see a slap fly on his cheek. He could have dodged it. He could have pulverized Princess Rebecca's hand before it even came close to his face. Yet, Khan didn't due to the affection reeking out of his Aunt.

The slap didn't hurt, not physically, at least. If anything, Khan was worried whether Princess Rebecca had suffered any injury, but she didn't give him time to check.

In the next second, Princess Rebecca had already stolen Khan's head, hugging it tightly to her

chest.