Sorry, I'm Mated To The Commander Novel

Chapter 6 Star, Can I Kiss You? Layla's lips twitched. "No, I'm not going back with you right now." At her words, Atlas looked instantly heartbroken. He bit his lip, asking tentatively, "Star, why won't you come back with me?" Seeing his crestfallen expression, Layla couldn't bring herself to be harsh and softened her tone. "Our marriage was a bit of a... mix-up. How about you go home first and ask your family what they think?" Just then, Atlas's optical computer chimed. It was a call from his adjutant, Roger. Roger's voice was urgent. "Your Highness, where are you?

The Emperor and Empress are looking for you." Atlas didn't want to leave Layla. The trigger pheromone was still in his system, making him extremely dependent on her. But with his parents looking for him and Layla's suggestion to talk to them about their marriage, he finally relented. "Come pick me up at Imperial Academy." "Yes, sir!" After ending the call, Atlas turned to Layla, his reluctance plain to see. "Star, I have to go, but I'll be back for you as soon as I've told them about us." "Come back in three days," Layla insisted.

The beautiful, fox-eared young man looked like he was about to cry. "Star..." Layla forced herself to remain firm. She knew he wasn't in his right mind, still under the influence of his rut. In three days, he'd be thinking clearly again. Whatever they decided then would be what truly mattered. The fox-eared youth pouted, biting his lip for a long moment, but when he saw it had no effect, he finally gave in. But before leaving, he asked pitifully, "Star, can I kiss you?" Layla was a little speechless. She looked at Atlas, his eyes red-rimmed and his lip nearly bitten raw.

She suddenly stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Atlas's gorgeous eyes widened in shock. A second later, he took control, deepening the kiss with a fiery passion. After the kiss, the prince was finally gone. Layla touched her slightly swollen lips. A goodbye kiss, perhaps. Once Atlas was back to his senses in three days, he would probably initiate the process to dissolve their marriage. It was a shame, but it was better than dealing with a mountain of trouble. Shaking off her thoughts, Layla answered her optical computer as it rang again.

It was her brother, Nolan. "Nolan? What's up?" From his aero-vehicle, Nolan watched the royal transport lift off from the gates of Imperial Academy, his feelings a complicated mess. "Layla, how do you know Prince Atlas? Are you two close?" "It was an accident. We don't really know each other." "That's good. The royal family is complicated, and the prince's position is very sensitive. By the way, you never said, did your marriage application go through?" Layla paused for a few seconds.

"I was matched with someone, but I'm planning to talk to them about annulling it soon." Hearing this, Nolan felt a strange sense of relief wash over him. "Alright, you handle it then," Nolan said. "If you run into any trouble, remember to call me. And I'll have Xanthe apologize to you when I get home." "Don't bother, Nolan. I'm not really a Sullivan." "Don't say that. As long as you call me your brother, I'll always see you as my sister." After the call ended, Layla let out a sigh. She hadn't expected Nolan to be so stubborn, but she had to admit, his words warmed her heart.

It was proof that in the last ten years, not everyone had treated her as a mere substitute for Xanthe. What Layla didn't know was that only after confirming she was safe did Nolan finally head home. He walked in to find his stern father, Karter Sullivan, sipping coffee. Karter had evidently been briefed on the situation. He scowled when his eldest son walked in. "Why didn't that girl come back with you?" "Layla said she's not coming back for now," Nolan replied. "Dad, this is all Xanthe's fault. She needs to apologize to Layla." Karter's scowl deepened. "Leaving just like that?

Does she even consider this her home? We raised her for ten years for nothing. Xanthe will not be apologizing. Layla has always been stubborn. Let this be a lesson for her. A little hardship will do her good." Nolan was stunned. "Dad!" "That's enough!" Xanthe, who had been eavesdropping from around the corner, couldn't suppress a triumphant smirk. She then appeared, feigning that she had just come downstairs. "Daddy," she chirped sweetly, "dinner is ready. I made your favorite soup. You have to try it." Karter beamed at his well-mannered biological daughter, thoroughly pleased.

At the dinner table, the three of them chatted cheerfully about Xanthe and Caleb's engagement. Nolan, however, had no appetite. Annoyed by the conversation, he took a few bites before excusing himself and heading upstairs. Back in his study, Nolan sent Layla a message, asking if she was settling in at the dorms and if the university's bio-engineered gel was palatable. He also transferred twenty thousand starcoins to her account. But an instant later, the transfer was rejected. Layla: [Nolan, I have money. Everything's fine here at school.

Don't worry about me.] Nolan: [How could you have money? Don't lie to me!] Nolan: [And your mech suit major is expensive! The tuition and lab fees are no joke.] Layla: [Don't worry, Nolan. I can get a job.] Layla wasn't lying to Nolan. She really did have money now. The three mech suit blueprints she had posted online under her alias, Hades, had been sold in less than three hours. All three went for ten times the asking price, ending the auction early. A grand total of three million starcoins had just been deposited into her account.

But the next moment, her optical computer buzzed with an incoming call from Nolan. Editorial Board Editorial Board Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.