Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 277: Supposed to be Right

My response drew a laugh from the prince as he looked at me with sparkling gray eyes. I could tell that Desmond was very glad to see me because I could feel the life returning to his beautiful gray eyes. To my surprise, it wasn’t at all difficult to reunite with the prince and talk to him again.

“I guess it’s good enough for me that you did actually turn up,” the prince said before grinning my way.

The way he looked so thankful for my appearance made me feel slightly guilty inside.

“My sister told me that I shouldn’t throw you under the bus so publicly, and I had to agree with her,” I replied before I found myself smiling quite naturally.

“I guess I have your sister to thank for this,” the prince replied.

There were many things that I wanted to ask the prince, but there was one burning question that felt like it could no longer wait until later.

“My father’s corruption case and its relation to my family businesses, were you the one who stepped in to help us out?” I asked directly.

The prince looked at me with slightly bewildered eyes before the corners of his lips lifted into a smile that confirmed my suspicion. Since I couldn’t think of anyone else who could have intervened the way that he had done, I wasn’t exactly surprised when the prince admitted to helping my family and me.

“Why did you do it? I didn’t ask you to help me out,” I demanded to know.

“Because I wanted to,” the prince replied in short.

“What?” I asked without hiding my surprise at his simple reasoning.

“You didn’t have to ask me to, I would have done it anyway because I wanted to save you. To be honest, I don’t even care about your family, I just didn’t like seeing you in a difficult position,” the prince replied casually.

His response stunned me into silence as I struggled to believe that there was someone who was willing to help me to that extent.

“Thank you, I guess...” I mumbled softly.

“You don’t have to thank me, it’s good enough that you’re here and that I get to see you and talk to you again,” the prince replied with a polite smile.

“Next time, can you not offer me help without consulting me beforehand? Honestly, I wondered how my parents would react if they really had to go to court and get convicted and punished for fraud. You may or may not know this, but I’m not a big fan of my parents. I would have liked to see them get what they deserved,” I said before showing him a smile as I thought of the look of misery on my parents’ face.

“I’ll keep that in mind that you’re quite an interesting character. As for making sure that your parents get what they deserve, that’s going to have to wait until you are no longer connected with them,” the prince replied before reaching out from my hand again.

I glanced down to see his hand holding mine before he tugged gently on it.

“The event is about to start soon, let’s enjoy this. Also don’t worry, I think Dahlia is a very befitting name for this school,” the prince said before winking at me.

Although I found it hard to believe at first, I found myself laughing carefully along with the prince.

“Wait!” I called out to the prince.

Desmond stopped walking and turned around to face me to see what I had to say.

“Please don’t kiss me in front of everyone again,” I warned before squinting my eyes at him.

“Don’t worry, if I kiss you again I’ll do it in private,” the prince replied smoothly.

Probably because of the announcement that Desmond made beforehand, there were even more reporters at the event than normal. I couldn’t care less about them as my attention focused on Desmond.

“You’re not seriously going to name this school ‘Dahlia’ are you?” I asked with a worried look on my face.

“Do I look like someone who would go back on my words to you?” he asked as he cocked his head slightly to the side challengingly.

It felt like my words would only urge him on rather than stop him from doing something crazy.

“My sister and I both agree that Dahlia is a horrible name for a school,” I told him honestly.

“Really? I think it’s a beautiful name,” Desmond said with a surprise look on his face as if he truly thought that my name was well suited for the school.

Does he really think that Dahlia would be a good name for a school?

Desmond looked truly hurt and I began thinking that it was funny.

“If your name alone doesn’t work, what about the combination of our names together?” The prince asked with a serious and thoughtful look on his face as if he was surely considering it as an option.

“I don’t think...” I began to refute his idea but the way that the prince’s face lit up made me pause.

“What about the school of Dahlia and Desmond?” the prince suggested as if it was the best idea ever.

“I’ll just stick with Dahlia if that were the case, thank you...” I replied a little sarcastically.

“Dahlia, it is,” he replied with extreme satisfaction before grinning my way.

I silently apologized to all the prospective students who would attend this school called Dahlia in the very near future while Diana’s amused face popped into my mind.

“The event is about to start, follow me,” the prince informed me as he offered me his arm. After staring at him for a few seconds, I slipped my arm into his and let him lead the way.

Despite the prince mentioning that he wasn’t sure if I was going to turn up, a large sign bearing my name was prepared well in advance. It seemed that Desmond was determined to name this school after me no matter what. We stood side by side next to the large sign as countless reporters and photographers surrounded us. Bright flashes from the cameras bathed us in sparkling lights with seemingly no end in sight as we stood next to each other posing close to the large sign bearing the name of the school. After that the sign was lifted up and installed in front of the school building.

“Doesn’t it just look nice?” Desmond whispered from close to me.

I stared up at the sign bearing my name in a large capitalized font with very mixed feelings. Apart from the fact that the sign looked beautiful and well-made, I didn’t appreciate any other aspect of it.

–To be continued...