The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 277: Arren And Spade (9)

Arren had a staring contest for a few seconds with Spade before he averted his eyes and glanced at his father, who was also startled at this sudden encounter.

It was Arren who shattered the almost awkward atmosphere, at least for him and approached his father and Spade, who was still staring at him.

"Your Majesty," he still needed to pay his respects. After all, personal feelings aside, this man was still the emperor.

Of course, Arren only wanted to excuse himself and proceed to his room. Not only didn’t he want to meet him, but much more in his current state and attire.

He was only in his pajamas! Just as he was about to excuse himself, the emperor spoke.

"It’s been a while... Arren." He said it in a soft tone, as though he were truly happy to see Arren.

Arren, on the other hand, was quite dumbfounded after hearing this tone, which was too friendly and even familiar. It wasn’t something that an ’emperor’ would say to a son of the Duke that he visited.

He couldn’t help but glance again at his father, who was also becoming extremely bewildered by the strange turn that was happening but chose to keep silent and observe.

His eyes, though, betrayed his unease.

For some reason, he couldn’t help but get angry yet also slightly happy at the same time. Arren was truly crazy with his emotions, which he couldn’t describe at this moment.

Still, he didn’t give in to only that soft voice, even if his heart was acting as though it wanted to jump out of his chest.

He gave a stiff smile and squinted his eyes, defining the beautiful curve of it.

"Yes, it’s been a while... Your Majesty." Contrary to Spade’s familiar tone, Arren was distant and carried a guarded stance.

When the emperor was about to say something again, Arren bet him on it. He didn’t forget his initial intention to rush into his room. He never wants to talk with the emperor so unexpectedly, and definitely not in his pajamas.

"Uh, Dad, Your Majesty, I hope you’ll excuse me." Arren smiled, and without waiting for their answer, he didn’t care if it was rude at all and excused himself, walking at an increased pace to the third floor.

Only when he was in his room did Arren manage to touch his chest, his face then flushing with red.

"Fuck..." he cursed and recalled the emperor’s face. "How has he become so hotter than the last time I saw him? Seriously, damn you, Spade."

In the past year Arren had wanted to forget Spade, well, deep inside he was actually waiting for the other to approach him, but he wouldn’t admit it. Arren had become so accustomed to calling the emperor by his real name in his mind.

This was his way of stopping him from respecting him, or, in reality, an act to shorten the distance between them. Although Arren distanced himself from the affairs that had something to do with the emperor, that didn’t mean he was too outdated for the news either.

So, whenever he heard or saw Spade in the news, Arren would curse at Spade and mumble how he didn’t have the balls to pursue him, something like that, which phrases he adapted from his friends recently.

However, as days passed and he couldn’t hear anything from the alpha, Arren grew more accustomed to throwing curses at each other behind his back to relieve his resentment, and yes... longing.

Arren, even if he didn’t want to admit it, was still in love with Spade. He thought the distance and even focusing on his present life would at least lessen it, but he was wrong. It seemed... It only proved that each time, Arren’s feelings were not an infatuation at all.

That short episode was thrown at the back of Arren’s mind for about a week. Of course, he was still sane enough not to expect Spade to return to the mansion, because that would really be ridiculous.

And so, Arren was definitely caught off guard when he returned from school in the afternoon, seeing a familiar figure in their living room! A completely unexpected visitor!

Arren couldn’t help but halt in his steps, his bag falling from his grip, his eyes widening in shock. He even double-checked it with his eyes, but the other was also already looking at him.

"The hell are you doing here again?" Arren shouted; his mind was obviously distraught, seeing the one and only emperor leisurely sipping tea in the living room and watching television.

He couldn’t hold himself back and voiced his real opinion, forgetting the status of the person.

What the fuck? If only Arren could blame it on alcohol, but he was definitely as sober as he could get. He wished he was drunk instead.

Spade was really here, again.

The alpha’s brow lifted amusingly as he looked at Arren’s reaction after seeing him. After a few seconds of staring contest Arren realized what he just shouted.

Not only that, he almost cursed at the emperor, shouted at him, and didn’t even pay his respects! However, seeing Spade looking at him with amusement, Arren’s nerves were hit, and he didn’t even care!

Who the hell cares? This man, obviously, wouldn’t. Arren, in rare confidence, didn’t summon the respectful demeanor a noble should have. So, he didn’t retract what he said or apologize for it.

"Am I not welcome here?" Spade asked, his tone calm, but his eyes carried an inexplicable light.

Arren’s mouth parted, ready to answer, No.

However, in common sense, the emperor was of course welcome to their mansion, a Ducal House of the empire.

With gritted teeth, Arren rolled his eyes, then picked up his bag, ready to leave.

"I’m sorry, I forgot; you are the great emperor of the empire. Of course, you’re welcome here, Your Majesty." Arren had uttered these words with the utmost sarcasm he could muster.

He was about to turn around and walk up the stairs, but Spade spoke again, stopping him.

"I didn’t know. So, the only son of the Duke is... rude to his guest." For a moment, Spade seemed to trail off in that sentence but continued it. His tone was even provocative, riling up Arren’s nerves.

Obviously, just seeing Spade was enough to agitate him, and now that Spade was provoking him, how could Arren stand it?

He clenched his teeth and slowly faced Spade again, his lips curving into a fake smile.

"Oh... I’m sorry, I couldn’t remember when... I invited you as my guest." Arren’s brow shot up, his eyes narrowing into a slit, and he directly met Spade’s amber eyes.

Let’s provoke each other, Mr. Emperor. Arren smirked inwardly.